"Sev'rus! You're home!" Harry waved a glass with a red liquid in it.
Harry was drunk.
"What do you have there?" Severus asked.
"It's a... Jamaican Sorrel drink." Harry enunciated the words carefully. "It's kind of like making a potion!"
"Have some!" Harry awkwardly handed the glass to Severus.
Severus took a cautious sniff, then a sip. A small one, since the drink was more rum than anything else.
"How many have you had?"
"A couple." Harry frowned. "Maybe more?" He brightened. "They're good!"
"I can imagine."
Harry gave an extended belch.
"How about a Sober-Up potion?" Severus suggested.