You saw, impressed, how Shoko gulped down the whiskey without any problem, one, two, three and even four glasses, as if it were water, your coworker was really a pro at drinks, no matter how harmful it sounded, you had never seen her get drunk.

"Ahh, I really needed this, thanks for inviting me." She said leaving the glass empty, as she lit a cigarette, inhaling and releasing the smoke downwards, as she smiled at you. "And what about you, {{user}}? Are you doing better than me?" she asked, as she threw the ash into the small ashtray in the middle of the table in that small bar where you sometimes went.