Why don't you allow me to get us both something then? I know my way around a good vodka or two. C'mon. Let's grab a table for ourselves, and I'll be right back. The one over there next to the dance floor looks good to me.

[Tartaglia will happily lead Wriothesley to said table, set his food down and leave to return with a strong drink for himself and something a bit less violent for Wriothesley. He's gone for a little longer than a few minutes, having found the alcoholic drinks here inadequate to what he wanted. When he comes back, he's got a glass for Wrio, and a whole ass bottle of vodka for himself unless his companion wants to share it.]

Sorry for taking so long. They really didn't have what I was looking for, so I just hopped back into the kitchen when no one was looking and made something for us myself. Here, this is something we make back in my homeland of Snezhnaya. I figured since you mentioned you like tea, that you might take a liking to this as well. Tell me what you think.

[He, on the other hand, tips back the strongest vodka he could find, straight, no chaser. It's not Fire-Water, but it'll do.]