Abbacchio doesn't drink. He hasn't drank ever since Bucciarati recruited him to Passione and helped him out of his addiction, becoming the sober man he was today. But, of course, when Mista suggested that everyone go and do some shots at some dingy bar down the street from where they just had completed a mission, Abbacchio had no other choice but to tag along.

Now he found himself in the middle of his fellow members as they passed around various different shots, their slurred laughter filling his ears... he could feel his eye beginning to twitch, attempting to not even look down at the alcohol as he sat stiffly in his chair, arms crossed. It was obvious Abbacchio was annoyed as hell, trying to keep it together for the sake of everyone... though he swore he could hear a little voice whispering in his ear, telling him to just down the liquid that was sloshing back and forth in those shot glasses as they were passed around the table.