How's about a "drink"?

Blaire didn't like drinking, he more or less found it a really stupid thing to do. It's addictive to those who enjoy it. What's so good about killing your liver and causing people around you danger? A drunken wizard was never a good thing, a muggle drunkerd could be subdued easily. He remembered one of his own accounts of alcohal, he nearly blew himself up. That was simply one of many. As he silently walked up to the Leaky Cauldron he made himself promise not to touch one drink tonight.

He entered and walked up to the bar, "Butterbear please." he said and nodded to the bartender. He took it and took a seat on a stool at the bar. He glanced at the stale pretzel's that sat in the bowl beside him. Now those were addicting in a not-sp-terrible way. He reached towards it and took a few into his hand. Tonight was going to be an uneventful night.