"Ale," Locke responded as he fixed the knot on his chest -- that one of the black bag encasing all his weapons. "But that's all right, I can live with Akemiran beer. Amersikan-- Amurry--" What the hell. "American!" There! Nothing to it.
Although...what the hell was South Korea? Was that like South Figaro? Except...not?
"Anyway, you can't expect every bar to have everything you need, right?" Locke said as he received his beer and took his first drink. It tasted flat, he thought, but he could live with it. Ale was better but he wasn't going to complain. "Like that rice wine you're talking about. From South Fig-- Kor-ree-ya." Whew, these names. "What's South Korea like? I'd never been down there."