/He gratefully accepted the other shot, smirking at the interesting phrase uttered by Ace./
Yeah, sure, what you said. Bottoms up!
/He raised his glass gleefully, expectantly./
Almost shyly, Hongou clinked his glass to Seven’s. He hadn’t done this in so long… The last instance of this “toasting” he could think of was before the Nonary Game. It felt nice to have someone to do it with again.
He grinned softly - genuinely - and took a shot. Swallowing down the bitterness, he turned back to his companion.
“I believe I owe you some answers. Go ahead - I will not hold back. Any questions?”
/He grinned as their glasses met, the resulting sound like music to his ears. The familiar sound of booze, about to get drunk, spiral deeper until you’re really buzzed, and feeling really good, that it drowns practically everything else out. He felt that he would be looking forward to that feeling very soon. In one swift motion, he downed about half the substance, barely flinching in the process./
Are you sure? I mean, I don’t wanna pull down the mood or anythin’. We came out here to drink and all. But if it’d the only chance I’ll have….