Don't have much experience with birds the same size as me. [ He pauses, cracks a smirk, and sweeps his gaze over Hawks. ] Present company not included.

[ He's not fully sure that won't be taken as an insult, but he hopes the teasing in his voice is obvious. He's not quite certain what Hawks might be considered back home, but he'd been more than human enough before—and nothing seems to have really changed about him, outwardly. He seems just as handsy and flirtatious as ever, at least, and Gladio's more than pleased with that much. Enough that, even if he somehow has become more birdlike, he doesn't think he'd mind it. ]

Drinks it is. My treat.

[ Said with a somewhat hammy wink, though he doesn't go quite so far as to link hands or elbows. He does lead the way, however, towards the nearest drink station, swarmed as they all are with thirsty guests, clamoring for a sip of the latest liquors on offer. It feels like this place is always cranking out something new to lure people in, and it gets harder and harder to trust anything without a lot of observation beforehand.

So he uses his height to his advantage, eyes scanning the crowd while a hand finally takes Hawks by the elbow just to draw him in, keep him close in the throng. ]

You have any preferences? Or should we just get two of the same? Not really a cocktail guy myself, but I can make an exception on a hot day.

( ooc: totally okay with derailing their scavenger hunt for some drink reaction shenanigans instead if you like! either is good with me. )