Not a friendly Start that Becomes a Little too Friendly (Abandoned) (X/1) (MxM)

Tristan chuckles. "You don't believe me."

(Alrighty!)

"Mm-hmmm." Tristan chuckles.

"Oh trust me, things can still get wild. I can keep the alcohol down, though. I have yet to puke after a night of carousing once." he snickers.

"I'll make you a bet that if I puke at any time tonight, I owe you. . . let's see. . . one hundred bucks." he grins.

"Ohhhhh. . . hm. We'll see. It depends on what alcohols I drink." he chuckles.

Right as he says this the server returns with their drinks.

Tristan downs two of his shots from his glasses with practiced ease, chuckling.

"So. What is your drink of choice?" he asks Lucas, resting his chin on the palm of his right hand.

Tristan grins.

"Vodka for me. I'll take potato or something else. Spirytus if the place has it. Usually only takes 5 shots of that for me to get drunk."

Tristan hums thoughtfully.

"I'll order a couple more weak shots before I gun for that." he says after a moment. "Plus some greasy foods and bread."

"It's to allow me to drink more in the long run. The Russians have this down to a science: a couple drinks, then eat some food. It also helps with the hangover." he grins.

(alright! if that's the case I'll see ya tomorrow!)

Tristan grins. "Then that gives me an excuse to eat more."

"Oh, anything ranging from flirting to a bar fight to sex." he teases. "The usual drunk shenanigans. There may also be a special appearance from Dancer Tristan, but I doubt it."

"Yes, sex. Not sure with who. Could be literally anyone. As for dancing, that depends on how much I drank and what I drank." he grins.

"You know, you'd have to ask drunk me." Trustan chuckles, downing his other two shots.

"Oh, you'll know. Sober me is much more restrained in his movements since he knows how strong he is. Drunk me. . . tends to be more fluid. Both have exceptional balance, though." he explains with a smile.