"A bitter chaser should help cut the sweet." While he's talking, Spades pops a bowl of edamame in the microwave just behind the counter. "Pisang Ambon...Dutch, if I'm not mistaken." He hums, grabbing another shot glass. "Why don't we stick to Europe? Gammel Dansk should clear it right up."
In no time at all -- before Kou can even blink, really -- another shot glass of alcohol comes to a neat rest right in front of him.
"I can't say I'm that familiar with alcoholic beverages," Kou admits, but readily accepts the new shot. "I've had some in the past at events... but nothing quite like this."
Not good for his (Goro Akechi's) image, after all, to be found in bars. Not that he's... that interested, but considering there's nobody to stop him anymore, or no image to ruin left...
"Cheers," he raises his glass, and takes a more careful sip this time. Oh-- it's bitter alright, and Kou does his best not to cough, fighting to keep his composure.
"What about you?" he asks, "just going to feed me drunk by myself?"
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In no time at all -- before Kou can even blink, really -- another shot glass of alcohol comes to a neat rest right in front of him.
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Not good for his (Goro Akechi's) image, after all, to be found in bars. Not that he's... that interested, but considering there's nobody to stop him anymore, or no image to ruin left...
"Cheers," he raises his glass, and takes a more careful sip this time. Oh-- it's bitter alright, and Kou does his best not to cough, fighting to keep his composure.
"What about you?" he asks, "just going to feed me drunk by myself?"
He chuckles-- it's not a funny joke.