Jake looked up as Aaron did, and oh, fucking hell. He knew that kind of look. The 'Alarmingly sober' part was new, but he'd seen this before.
"Yeah?" he asked, and drank his second glass without flinching. He'd drank whatever Na'vi hooch Tsu'tey had handed him without even asking what it was, he'd regularly drank whatever rotgut was on offer on his various tours, Jake could drink and he could do it well. But he knew better than to even consider outdrinking Aaron. "Chemically enhanced," the other man had told him, and he was pretty sure that meant that Aaron was going to do his damnedest to drink everything Mitchell had in the bar. And that it wouldn't even touch him.
"Bit small, don't you think? There's all kinds of shops, full of all kinds of shit, and nobody's using them. Why not pick one of them and just... go to town? Or I can go blue, take you out to the castle and you can do whatever the fuck you like to it?"