[The salt being thrown his way doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest, still smiling ear to ear about at least beaten the two of them. Cloud's right though, they really did all sabotage each other to ensure Ayaka's victory, but he's learned already that this is the name of the game anyway, and it's not surprising that it ended up this way. He's lost his fair share of games to Yoimiya to getting screwed by the CPU.]

Well, this was only the practice round, but I don't see why not if those who are open to taking a shot want to.

[Having said that, Tartaglia leans over and pours himself a shot, tipping it back and sighing with satisfaction as the burn from the drink runs down the back of his throat.]

Ah...there's nothing quite like a good vodka to go with any good competition...and I guess if I start drinking now, I can give this little allegiance that's formed against me a bit of an advantage that they'll surely need if they have any hope of beating me.

[He glances over to Yoimiya and Cloud, the smirk on his face wide. Bring it, you two >:D]