[ The drinks are ignored in the moment, his gaze too distracted by the way Bela's glow sticks highlight her figure, and he rubs at his chin with a smile wide enough to display teeth. James uses the excuse of excessive noise brought about by the music, the patrons, as he leans in a bit to be heard. Only, there's a breath wherein he doesn't know what the fuck to say, and a nervous laugh precedes -- ] I don't know if this is what I had in mind when I extended that invitation, but it'll do.

[ As he retreats, the blue and pink colors catch Jim's eye and he nods at the drinks. ]

Did they give those to you or did you buy them?

[ He has very little doubt that they aren't drugged if they were just freely given. ]