[i]The vodka had a very strong taste, bitter and biting, the alcohol in it practically tangible... and yet, it was strangely good, tasty, and simply wonderful -- even if it could probably melt rust. In the meantime, Jason carefully watched the chicken tenders, absentmindedly glancing at Marcus every now and then.[/i] "Yeah, no problem, and... don't worry; may as well share a drink with you, eh? You're so outclassed it actually feels like some sick joke... no offense, by the way. Also, war? I assume World War 1 because of the uniform, but the gun wasn't used until WW2, if I'm right..."