"...Yeah, that's about what I expected." Anon nonchalantly reaches for the glass of whiskey, which is still about half full. With a shrug, he pours the rest of it into his mouth without showing any sort of strain. While there is a slight hint of pink to his cheeks, it doesn't look much worse than after their first bottle. "These ponies cannot hold their liquor. This crap is basically water compared to the stuff back home."