Douglas had already sat the bottles down and gotten himself settled on one of the chairs.  He took off his jacket not figuring his friend would mind if he relaxed.  They likely were going to be very drunk and he was already warmly liquided up.  He had heard the crash somewhere in the other part of the house.  He glanced that direction but it sounded small enough to be not a big issue.  The other man was a doctor after all and if he needed help would call out for it.

When Tristan returned with the glasses, Douglas grinned.  "Success!"  He leaned forward and took one of the glasses.  Laughing, he nodded.  "Oh nae, it will be my own 'and pouring it down my own head."  He opened the better of the four and poured a liberal amount into his own glass and took a swig.  His face indicated the burn of the liquid as he swallowed.  "That it is."  He had drunk worse and better, but it was wet and strong.  That was good enough for the evening.