[In truth, L does want something heavier. Higher gravity, faster, has a way of pulling him down to earth.

Of course, there's a risk that comes with it of not being able to get back up again. That, and he'd prefer to remember this night, unlike others, as well as the day preceding it.]

...Whiskey, to start, and I'll switch to cider after.

[Compromise is good, or it seems that way, at least.]

You know? I like high stakes. That being said, I don't gamble unless I think I can win.

[Only fools stake everything on pure chance, after all.]

Thinking I might lose, though... that's kind of a rush. I won't lie.