His eyes are closed as he shakes his head, still a little dazed. "Nope." Acetone doesn't count, and he hasn't had that much of it. He's giddy and eager, and loving this. He slides an arm around Caleb's waist, holding tight, and pulling him in.

"I really am thirsty though," he admits, leaning back to fill the cup with water, his eyes flickering down to Caleb's lips. "You want to stick around this party?"