The more you drink, the better it gets. [Lucy assures Li of this. It's been her experience anyway. She drinks a good deal more than Chekov and, she assumes, Korra, but she's not sober either. She's that brilliant, light sort of tipsy where everything is smiles and fuzzy and wonderful but she still feels like she's in control. A few more shots will tip her over into pleasantly drunk. She doesn't mind that state of being either.]

There are no losers in quarters. Only drinkers and those who tell others to drink...or something like that. It makes sense if you think about it. [Maybe. She nudges Pavel's shoulder with hers.] I think you're doing okay here. If it helps, I'll probably get a good deal worse as we play.