Arex had to wave off the bartender, undoing Amy's call. He had already ordered the drinks for this little game, and it wasn't anything nearly as easy as rum. If she wanted him to talk, really truly talk and open up, then they were gonna have to drink some serious drinks. They didn't have the luxury of time to leisurely play with some soft friendly spirits and Arex was pretty sure that couldn't take any of this money back with him, so he blew it all on some really top shelf vile stuff. It was probably barely legal. The type of drink you are supposed to delicately sip while planning the future of corporate economics in a yacht worth more than a small country. 

And it come out on a tray in shot glasses.

Liz eagerly took one, anxious to try the drink she had only heard about. After smelling it and sipping it her eyes went wide and she tipped it onto her already premixed drink.
Arex just stared at her for a second and shook his head.
[b][color=red]"She isn't."[/color][/b] He flatly replied to Amy's comment about Liz seeming nice. The context of his meaning left unclear.
Arex took one of the many shot glasses off the plate and with a contemplative deep breath, suddenly threw back the small drink in one sharp gulp. 
The liquid burnt as it ran down his throat and didn't seem to stop there. It's as if the very gas it emited was on fire. He let out a sharp gasp and blinked heavily as he shook his head shaking off the residual foul taste eating away at his tongue like an acid. 

Without words or warning he places a shot glass into Amy's hand.
[b][color=red]"But I would."[/color][/b] He replied matter-of-factly without effort or care. [i]I would leave you for dead[/i] is what he had just said so coldly and without compassion.
For a while it seemed as though that was all he had to say on the matter but then he finally spoke again.
[b][color=red]"I wouldn't risk my neck for you and I wouldn't expect it of you either. Most of us didn't choose to be here. Some of us did really bad things before we were thrown onto this clown boat, so why should I risk my life for any of 'em? Why should I expect any of them to do the same?
We're killers, all of us! The only thing that separates you from the target is an order from the 'boss.' Don't think of it any other way doll, your only foolin ya self."[/color][/b]
There was an obvious emphasis on the word 'boss' filled with a thick vile disdain. 
[b][color=red]"I have given you advice twice... What good has it done? Can you even remember what I told you or have you been to busy getting caught up in your fantasy land?"[/color][/b]
Arex didn't try to soften his words. He was as cold as ever with a hint of spite. Even Liz distanced herself as she shuffled in her seat and unplugged from the black device in her hand.