"It's too bad I couldn't win, but I suppose a draw is better than losing two out of two," Mused Jin, slumped back in his seat as the participants of the next match, Jaden and Aarav, stepped onto the arena.
The door then opened, Iseul stepping in with a bottle of vodka in hand.
Jin only had the cut on his left forearm to heal, so he'd returned to the waiting room pretty quickly, but Iseul had sustained a fair bit of damage, the side of her right arm got absolutely torn apart.
"You're going to keep drinking? Aren't you worried you'll mess up your health?" Aria asked her.
"Hm? Wai', so, like...you mean you, like, don't know and shtuff? Shinsh our bodiesh are shtronger, we can drink lotsh more than normal people and be, like, totally fine. And we gotta shupresh our nashural healing to get properly drumk," Explained Iseul, before taking a swig from the bottle.
