The next morning Pietro almost couldn't walk.
"I think I'm going to die!"
"No need to be so dramatic, Pietro. You just aren't used to being in a saddle all day. Takes a little getting used to."
"And I suppose that guy is!"
"Fabian? Of course. He knows all about horses."
"Just don't talk to me about him!"
Lance looked at him.
"Why not. He's a nice guy."
Pietro glared at him.
"I think that guy is just a stupid idiot!"
Lance looked confused.
"Well, he certainly he's certainly a good drinker."said Lance. "Apart from a good rider."
"Drinker?"
"He knows just about everything about the best tequila, and he can take quite a bit of it before he has to give in."
"So?"
Lance shrugged.
"He was telling Magdalena about the tequilas. I think she was pretty impressed. She always struck me as the kind of girl who likes that type of guy."
"What are you talking about? When did he say that. And if you'll excuse me, I don't think Magdalena would approve of drinking alcohol in any way!"said Pietro.
"Well, she could make a few exceptions. You should have taken a couple of foreign languages, Pietro. They both speak in Spanish, at least. And of course, he knows most of the romance languages."
"Romance languages?"
"Spanish, French, Italian. She did seem impressed by it."
Pietro stared at him. If what Lance said was true, he would have to move quickly. He had a new set of languages to learn, if that was so. And about the drinks, he'd never been a heavy drinker, but...
"What can there be to drinking? It's something I do every day. Not alcohol, but, how hard can it be?"he asked himself.
He immediately went to the nearest liquor store.
"Now, you tell me what's the best, the strongest drink you've got here."he told the guy at the counter.
"What occasion would you like it for?"
"Just for me."
He looked concerned.
"You?"
"I'm just starting."
The guy shrugged, and went to get a bottle of tequila.
"This one's-"
"Just what I was looking for! Hmm, or would the vodka be better? Never mind. This works."
He went out, and back to the house.
"Well, we'll see..."
He took a sip, and it burned his throat.
"I'm choking, I'm choking!"he exclaimed.
"Pietro, you're not supposed to drink it from such a tall glass. That's just not, the way it's done."
Lance took a smaller one, and poured the tequila into it. He then downed it all in one try, with his wrist stiff.
"See. It looks much more...manly that way."
"And you drink all of it."
"Of course."
Pietro tried and couldn't manage it.
"It just burns!"
"You get used to it after a while. You want salt or lemon in it?"
"No. I've got to get this down!"
"Don't tell me you plan on drinking that whole bottle? I don't think you'll be able to take it."
"You just stay out of this!"Pietro told him.