“Ya!” Jiyong’s nostril’s flared as his sense of national pride kicked in.  “I’m Korean! We can drink the best of them under the table … and then some!”

The man chuckled softly as he leaned back and eyed Jiyong doubtfully.

“My little friend,” the man slapped his palm against the top of the bar as a grin spread across his wide face.  “You’ve got yourself a bet.”

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