Roronoa Zero & Nikolai Lantsov
Nikolai never allowed himself to drink enough to even get a buzz these days, given his life back home. Here, this place was so strange that he liked nothing more than a pace of whiskey on ice.
"Well that's good you found one beer you like. I'm more partial to whiskey." Nikolai liked a good whiskey. "Is that where you call home?" he asked.
"Everyone in this city is interesting," he agreed. "It's been nice meeting them, so no, I don't regret it." And he didn't.