(The following has been translated ease of reading.)

*Clink* The glasses met, were drained, and returned to the table.

"Gah!" exclaimed an unsteady Nakkel. "One hundred twenty-five rounds and you're still upright?"

The Irish Samurai shook his head to clear his vision. "Takes more'n a few drinks to put me down."

"Well, we're outta booze. We need more if we're gonna settle which country is better, once and for all."

"I don't have any money left," said the disappointed Samurai.

"Me either." Nakkel looked around in hopes of finding more alcohol.

"You know, there is another way we can go about this."

"I'm not sure I've had enough to drink to like your tone."

"I meant sex."

"Oh. I have had enough to like that idea."

The Irish Samurai gave him a smile. "Under the table?"

"Sure, it's where you were gonna end up anyway."