[ a lazy smirk begins to slowly spread across his face. although he has mellowed out considerably since the days of his hot-headed youth, Ocelot's always been one for spirited competition. and, the woman across from him at least looks like she knows what she's doing (pink fruity drink aside, though that was likely not her personal choice, if he had to bet based on first impressions).

he downs the shot quickly, not even flinching. ]

You know much about drink mixing? While I've always preferred my liquor straight, back home, I got to do my fair share of travelling.

[ after all, that would hardly be out of the ordinary for a career military officer, even one from the Soviet Union. ]