GSL. Global Starcraft League. It was incredibly popular in certain circles, and had gained a bit more mainstream popularity over the years. Even still, Alice was no such fan. "Mm...video games." She murmured, trying to feign interest as she took a sip from her glass. The only reaction she showed was a quick twitch of her eye. She should have smelled it first, she could taste ammonia. Ammonia was the sign of an incredibly poorly made wine, one best found in the poorest of corner stores, all self made. She hadn't expected Cranky to carry something so low quality, but there was nothing more to be done about it. It would do the trick if her goal was to get drunk, but as far as enjoying a deep, rich taste..she would have no such luck that evening.<br/><br/>Placing the glass down she watched the screen, understanding barely anything, especially with the incredible speed at which the players went about their game. "I'm off my game tonight." She commented back to her after a short while. " That Johnson put me on edge, and I haven't been relaxed since. I don't enjoy putting up with creatures such as that, and he is a very fortunate man that he is who he is."<br/><br/>Glancing down after a while, her thoughts began to wander. Was she being too trusting of this woman? They may be working together, but that did not mean she could be trusted afterwards. Though her eyes drifted slightly as well, trying to sneak a glance at those interesting legs of hers. Had she received them on purpose, or out of necessity as she did her arm?