If you can drink, so can I. Before I could argue the drinks were ready and I said what the hell. Cheers. We sat at a table and sipped the cocktails.... Ummm this is pretty good. What is it? Kim asked. I said Jameson ginger, as I took another sip. What’s that Kim asked. Whiskey and ginger ale I snapped back. Why do you have to be so nasty? She replied. You know I have a lot of things I’d rather be doing also, but I’m not acting like a jerk. Just make the best of it. I paused and. I reached into it and pulled out two sheets of paper. I handed them to Mr Calhoun. “A friend of mine traced your lineage from the town records,” I said.Mrs Calhoun and Jay looked over his shoulders as he read.“Your ancestor’s name was actually Rhuairidh but the town newspaper anglicised it to Rory,” I said. “You’re a direct descendant. You’ll also note there is no date of death given for him. He seems to have mysteriously disappeared just before he was due to preside over the witch’s. All was going well, food and drink flowing freely. One of the guys decided it was time to play a game. It was very simple, he spun a bottle, when it stopped, whoever it pointed to had to answer a question, if you got it wrong, you had to remove an item of clothing.I was reluctant to join in, as I knew if I got a question wrong, I would be in my undies!! Anyway, I was talked into it. It was not long before the bottle stopped at me - phew, I got the answer correct, what a relief!! So the game. "I knew there was one speaker, you said there was none, and now there are two." I was wrong," acknowledged Skeeter, feeling she must reply in Phoenician since she had been addressed in that language. "In your presence I will be careful about uttering declaratory sentences."Grindelwald smiled, noticing that Skeeter had used the form of address appropriate when an inferior was speaking to a superior, the first time he had been so addressed in any language since 1945."Thank you," he said,.