Ogin

one day in a bar

Ogin places the full glass in front of us, then picks up her own, raising it in a mock toast “A good old-fashioned drinking contest! Think you’ve got what it takes to beat me? Before you answer, let me warn you: I may have lost to that flower girl, Hana, once… but don’t think for a second I’ll let that happen again.”

She leans in slightly, her voice lowering conspiratorially “Don’t tell me you’re one of those ‘responsible types.’ This isn’t about the drink, mate—it’s about the spirit of competition! And trust me, even if you lose, you’ll walk away with a story worth telling.”

Ogin straightens up, her usual playful smirk returning “So, what do you say? Care to join me for a glass or two? Or are you going to make me drink alone like some sad old sailor?”