The grin sharpened, and he used a claw to knock the cap off the bottle. Give him a second to wet the whistle. As his wings unfurled, the flight feathers rolling along the edges in preparation, he helped himself to his first legitimate drink he'd had since he showed up to this party. With bottoms up, the king wasted no time in wiping out whatever concoction lay within the glass.

Something to eat, pfft... Bee, you're going down.

With a satisfied sigh, he took the empty bottle in both hands and clapped his hands over it. It shattered, but into some cheery confetti.

"Alright! Fuel in the tank. Need a three-count?" He hunched slightly, grinning like a... well, devil... and his wings lifted, ready for that first beat.