Extra's Rise: I Stole All The Women In The Hero's Party

"I was considering it," Zayn admitted, stepping closer. "But then I remembered you’d probably drink yourself into a coma if I wasn’t here to stop you."

Bran cackled, slapping him on the back hard enough to jolt his spine. "That’s the spirit!"

Zayn huffed, rolling his shoulders.

Before he could say anything else, a bottle was shoved into his hands by one of the beastkin servers.

He glanced down at the foaming liquid, the scent of strong ale wafting up to his nose.

"Don’t be shy now," Bran teased. "Even Tobias is drinkin’."

Zayn arched a brow. "Tobias?"

He turned his head — and sure enough, Tobias was sitting at a table nearby, swirling a glass of something amber-colored in his hand.

He didn’t look particularly interested in drinking it, but the fact that he was holding it at all was surprising.

The spectacled mage adjusted his glasses before meeting Zayn’s gaze.

"I was... encouraged to partake," Tobias said, voice flat.