With a chuckle, he takes a sip, surprised at the slightly bitter taste, then secures the lid. Swishing the container around as he walks, Draco slows to a stop, pulling at his neck collar. When did it suddenly become so hot out? He can feel the nape of his neck pooling with sweat, and he reaches up to pull at his collar again. His fingers miss as he tries once more, swaying slightly. Yanking the top button of his dress shirt loose, he sniffles, suddenly yearning for some more to drink. Unscrewing the cap, he downs the rest of its contents, practically scalding his tongue. Blinking rapidly, Draco shakes his head in an attempt to clear it, looking at his surroundings in confusion. He was just going somewhere, wasn't he? Work. Yes, he was going to work and then he was to have dinner with...someone.