Allelujah was oblivious to Hallelujah's mildly-drunken "Gaaaay" rumbling at the back of his mind, and only snuggled in closer to Lockon as he leaned in. "Mm, that sounds unpleasant... I bet I could hold my breath that long..." no he couldn't, but he was tipsy enough not to care right now. He held out his glass for another shot; the whiskey was entirely too enjoyable of an experience to give up.

"I'm glad you feel good, Lockon. Maybe we should do more than just drink together... you know?" And still completely oblivious to the homoerotic tone he was taking.