Sasha & Pavel
"Faster?" he echoed, glancing at the bottle in his hand. Sasha couldn't remember the last time he'd really felt like that. Sometimes if he was on his own it was easy to drift off into an activity, but around other people he felt as tightly wound as his tail was around his waist. He huffed through his nose and downed half the bottle. "But you can get better at drinking?" Not that he really knew where his limits were, but it was good that he could improve it if necessary.
Sasha's gaze drifted to the people around them. "So...no one here respects you for winning? But what about the game we were playing before? If it's just for fun then why did they ask so many questions?"