Shiro took another long gulp of his drink, "Yes, I can feel all of it go through my blood. That is what makes it so good. Have you ever tried a Grateful Dead? It's fruity tasting and really girly. You'd like it." He took another drag of his cigarette and another sip of his drink before chuckling a little, "Sounds like a game. Whoever gets drunk first, picks up the tab. But I have a pretty high... ano... tolerance." Oh this would be amusing. "You like my trick? It took lots of practice to get it concentrated enough so it wouldn't burn it up all the way."

"Switzerland has good skiing but I only went when I was really small." He held out his hand to about how tall he was when that happened. "I have a sister and I'm sure you've seen her about. She's louder than me. Brothers or sisters are sometimes irritating." He wasn't drunk enough to lament on how guilty he felt for leaving her. "You punched a polar bear? How did he react?" He looked incredibly amused at this. "Why did you punch a polar bear?"