[i]Lalalala, he was dreeeaaaming. He was absolutely sure of it, and there was no way to change his mind. When the man sat down, Jason grinned to himself, amused by his words about the Russian having doomed himself or whatever -- he didn't care, at least not really.[/i] "Doomed myself? Hardly! I'm dreaming right now... makes me wonder [i]why[/i] my subconscious is making this all up, but at the same time, I can't remember much of anything... Strange. See, I can't even remember the deal I supposedly just made... probably by drinking my whiskey o whatever." [i]He simply shrugged to himself, grey eyes staring at the man in front of him. He made a little 'hmm' noise as he swirled the strange pink liquid around in its glass, only to bring it up to his lips as he had the vodka, drinking it down with a single gulp, just like how shots were intended. With a slow sigh, he sat the glass back down.[/i]