As soon as the group had settled at a table, Vladimir called out to a server.

“I am going to need you to immediately bring me two—no, three, bottles of hot sake and two bottles of sapporo and fuck it, I need a martini too.”

The server's eyes bulged out of her head a bit as she wrote down Vladimir's monstrous drink order and then scurried off.

“Are you even going to eat anything?” Raleigh asked, the first person to break the stunned silence around the table.

“I dunno, we'll see how the night goes.” Vladimir said as he dug for his pack of cigarettes.

“You smoke?” Iris asked as he clamped a cigarette in his mouth.

“I'm sorry, I didn't know we took a group trip to the Spanish Inquisition.”

“How drunk are you?”

“I may have had a pint of rum before I came to the room, what of it?”

“Just...don't start any fights.”

“We'll see how the night goes,” he responded as his drink order was brought over by two servers and put in front of him. He immediately alternated between gulps of sake and beer until the first bottle of each was gone. He picked up the second bottle of sake and chugged the entire thing as the people around the table stared in a sort of horrified awe. His friends had seen him drink, and were probably just amazed that he had gotten [b]faster[/b], while he couldn't help but think the new Rangers they were with were probably equal parts horrified and amazed, maybe the needle pulling a bit more towards the horrified side of things.