"I don't know what it is," Alec admitted, shrugging and dropping back on the sofa. He rubbed his face and watched as Olivia crawled back onto his thigh.

"I just mixed a bunch of things together," he admitted, glancing over. "Magnus makes the drinks and he's -- he's not here."

He'd nearly let his voice shake on those words but clamped down at the last minute. He'd still stuttered though and that made him angry.

"It's just a bunch of alcohol."