The gold saint continued to stare forward after he had been poked, rubbing his scarred forehead, he seemed to have drifted off for a bit, not really noticing the poke that he had gotten.
X repeatedly poked him, though she was always prepared to hide. She whispered quietly, "Hehehe, poke poke!"
Arranged were the shot glasses. Maya poured the drink into each glass. Dusty and Maya took their shots. Both were unphased.
Mat took his shot as well, giving a grin. Meanwhile, the Gold Saint snapped out of his focus, finally feeling the pokes, turning towards X. "What. Is. It."
"Why are you sitting by yourself?" X was happy that she was getting his attention, as she liked annoying people.
"Round two," said Dusty, pouring the second shots. The couple took their shots, and Maya suppressed a small burp. Dusty was still completely stone-faced.
Mat drank his second, giving a bit of a small chuckle. "Someone's got a pretty hard face right now." Meanwhile, the Gold Saint went back to looking forward, taking a look at the alcohol on the counter. "... Because."
"This is ninety percent alcohol, Dusty! Are you feeling anything yet, you little heavyweight?" "Nope." With that, he used his very useful hands to pour more shots. The couple took their shots again. Maya looked slightly buzzed. Dusty was the real competition.
Mat took another drink, giving another small chuckle. "Every drink gets closer to the end of the contest, right?" The Saint took another look back at X, then went back to looking at the alcohol. "Because I want to."
X gave an observing look and moved away. Only to appear on the other side of his seat. "What's your name?"
The gold saint took a look over at X, you could see the scars all over his face, including the one that runs pretty much through his eye. "... It doesn't matter what my name is."
"Oh really? Whyyy?" She inquired, pretending to be innocent. She stuck out her tongue, waiting for an answer.
The Gold Saint had went through this annoyance routine before... from Mortis... He pinched his nose, closing his eyes, as he spoke. "Because, it just doesn't."
Another round. Maya drunkenly laid her head on Dusty's chest. "I hope you realize I'm winning this," said Dusty.
X stared at him with an annoying smile, and was silent for a moment. Which was soon followed by, "Why?"
"Maybe but...." Mat continued to give a chuckle as he downed another drink. "Maybe not." He gave a small snicker. Meanwhile, the Gold Saint's eyebrow gave a minor twitch spasm, almost breaking a blood vessel. He then took a deep breath. "It just doesn't really matter. Do you need to know everyone's name?"
Dusty had another shot. He seemed fine for a second, but then he started leaning forward, and his face hit the bar. The impact woke him up, and he straightened himself out. Maya was concerned, and she had moved her head just before he fell. "Uhh... Dusty?"
