Oh, I would not be the one to ask as I intend to get quite sick. Such illness is a familiar embrace I could use about now.

[A strange thing to say, but listen, he's already hammered. Ankari has a pleasant, if dark humored demeanor with his mind swimming in alcohol. It helps calm his anxieties and it is working at that.

Despite his words, he puts a couple fingers to a still full shot of... something, Ankari himself isn't even sure what he's been drinking... and delicately slides it to Nick as his offering to join in.]

If the gods wanted us sober, they'd knock the glass over. [that is to say; just do it! Ankari doesn't live his life as a good and responsible influence,]