Illy and Remy
The identification she had made up for herself said she was twenty-two - so if she wanted a drink she would get one (the drinking age in Russia was eighteen, like it was basically everywhere else in the world). But there was something exciting about sneaking alcohol anyway. One had to get their thrills where they could, and Illyana didn't think the video games would thrill her as much as bringing alcohol into a party where it would have probably been cause for concern. Oh, well. That rebellious streak would never be tamed or squelched.
"Secret is safe," she promised, with a solemn cross-my-heart gesture, though the copper of her eyes twinkled with delight after she knocked back a hearty sip from her cup. Much better. "Yes, let us play Monopoly - though you will have to show me how. I do not think I have done this before but if you cheat I will have to kill you."
That was a joke. But even if Remy did cheat, she probably wouldn't realize anyway since she was so unfamiliar with the game - all she knew about it was that it tended to last for hours and was a good way to cure sleeplessness.