[Taking it, Adachi takes a big gulp, downing nearly half of it with a small fake flinch. Social customs, and all that - a guy had to down a few with coworkers to get some respect around here, even if there wasn't much to be collected from this particular person at this particular time.]

Yeah, whoever's winning...guess that's pretty safe, but...what can you do in a situation like this? I mean, they're both playing pretty badly right now - the score's zilch to nada. Whoooa, that one, right there, way off the marker, huh, sir? Goalie could've just stood still and not lifted a finger and it would've sailed right past the net.

[While he's rambling harmlessly, though, one hand is drifting. It begins simply enough - a hand on his Dojima's knee, but as it has a tendency to do, considering its owner, it begins to wander. Under the counter, and with the game being as riveting as it was, it'd be hard for anyone to tell. Except the victim, of course.]