Boy, would Dia be surprised the day Alexi gets cleaned up for something important- which would only be something for his mother, father or sister, and his father was not even in the states to force him to play the etiquette game.
Alexi grabbed the corresponding shot. One for one. Alcohol tolerances aside, playing wingman meant keeping up the pace. Celebrations meant drinking as much as possible until mistakes and sometimes memories were made. Shooting the shot, Alexi tilted his head and narrowed his eyes in fake suspicion. "Yeah, very unfortunate. You know, if I didn't know better I would say it was not an accident."
Picking up the next shot, Alexi gestured. "I honestly don't know much about the sport, but I thought running into people was an American Football thing."