Contemplating what other game to try next, Leandro was nursing a whiskey. He had not found the wine choices at the bar sufficient enough and not wanted to bother the poor bartender with inquiries of a larger or more expensive selection. Not when everyone was swarming over and waiting in line to get their own glass of something. Instead he had tried out various tables. Not all of the games were the kind he was familiar with, or all that interested in, but there was a decent selection enough that he had not become bored. Well up until now perhaps. Spotting one of the few male friends he had who would indeed go just as hard with the liquor as he would, Sandro was quick to walk over. "Bartender threaten to cut you off yet?" he teasingly asked Francis as he clapped him on the shoulder in silent greeting.