"Hell yeah it counts! C'mon, live a little! Ain't like I'm askin' ya ta try some absinthe or somethin'! Sides, you took how much at my bar? A shot or two ain't gonna hurt ya."
Was that- wow, it was a new bottle. Guess whiskey wasn't asked for as often. After receiving his glass and clinking it with Azrael's, Tequila gulped it down easily. Whiskey he could drink like water. He took a lot of shots and drinks when he was a Statesman. It was one of the perks of the job. It helped build up his own tolerance.
At Azrael's question, he scoffed. "Me? Trouble? I ain't that bad, am I?" He laughed. Okay, he was, but in Preya he wasn't so bad. He hadn't touched drugs once since he arrived and that was a good thing! "Don't worry. I'm jus' here ta get good an' drunk. Or at least try. Either that or I'mma start playin' wi' yer darts. It's been a helluva long time since I played wit'em!"