[Over the years Fenris has definitely built up an internal armor that allowed him to take his alcohol like someone with things to, ironically, forget. There's a part of him warning himself of the risks downing foreign drinks he knows nothing about, but other than that he forges ahead and moves on to the next drink. The bartender is already giving Fenris a look, eyes sliding over to Maine as he seems to realize what's going on, his gaze moving back to Fenris in a silent question of, "you're going to keep going, aren't you?"
The look on Fenris' face as he downs the last drink without breaking eye contact with the bartender tells the man everything he needs to know, and so he pours Fenris one extra drink to bring his total up one. It's nothing, at least at the moment, so Fenris is able to take said drink and throw it back with upmost confidence.]
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The look on Fenris' face as he downs the last drink without breaking eye contact with the bartender tells the man everything he needs to know, and so he pours Fenris one extra drink to bring his total up one. It's nothing, at least at the moment, so Fenris is able to take said drink and throw it back with upmost confidence.]