Duo had, he thought, been doing a damn fine job of not thinking about Heero. Quatre was a safe topic. Drinking was safe. Heero just made him feel... He shook his head and plastered a smile across his lips, grinning that idiots grin at Trowa. "We'll knock back enough booze to take out one of your lions! Still don't think it'd be enough for the likes of him. Guys got a metabolism like no ones business. The alcohol won't have time to get into his blood stream!" He was guessing. Duo had never seen Heero drunk. Or any of them really. Except for Trowa. They'd shared a few together when holed up in safe houses, but never enough to be actually drunk. It was too much of a risk when at any moment they could have been called on to fight.