The comments on Kiernan's drink of choice rolled right off his shoulders; really, the worst heckling came from his old buddies in the Rangers, who were thrown for a loop when he had come out of his dark ages with a renewed love for colorful drinks, and the Riders, who had never known Kiernan to drink anything but. He winked at Audrey and Ari and took a conspiratorial sip, eying the mead Aspel had waved at.
"Maybe," he said. "Let's see how I survive the game, first." Or King's Cup, even. He was less certain how to play that one, but Audrey's tone gave him the inclination that it involved an unfortunate mixing of drinks. Well, he'd have to learn that one fast, then.
Kiernan laughed at Lille's success, and as Aspel took her turn at the game, declared, "I don't know, Zacheus might be more inclined to take you out with the guys if he knew you could beat them at this game." It'd give him a peace of mind, anyway. The Rangers were good people, but you could never be too careful. "With that innocent face of yours? It'd be more dangerous than playing poker against, well, even him!" Kiernan himself was horrible at poker, which was why he rarely partook in the game; it was easy enough to keep a stoic face when he had either nothing or a mediocre hand, but if he had something good, well, smirking was too instinctual. "But I'll admit, I'd like to see his face when you challenge him and the other guys to this game and wipe the floor with them."
Then, at Aspel's failure, he chuckled as he prepared his own coin. "Just like you're wiping the floor with us." He then made his attempt -- he was decent at this game, but this time the coin brushed the far rim of the glass and skidded onto the table. Too high. He shrugged and took the shot. "I guess it's up to you, Audrey!"