[They talk like it's his liquor, honestly. All he did was find a bar with ale worth half a damn. Sid narrows his eyes and swats at Sadu's sharp elbow, making a disgruntled noise.]

Frankly, my bets are hedged on the lady here being the first casualty of the night. Say what you will of your fortitude, but time will tell.

[If not either of them, though, then definitely Sid himself -- he needs it at this point. The next shot is a strong whiskey, but not the one he'd been dreading, at least. It's got a bit of a smoky flavor to it. But as the shots start to dwindle, he begins to wonder if perhaps one of them already took it and simply didn't recognize it for what it was.]

If it's that disagreeable to your sensibilities, I'll be sure to ask that the next round is more suited to your tastes.