"It does not 'suck'. I don't know what it would be sucking, anyway." He pulled another shot toward himself, stared at it for a long moment as if sizing it up, and took it a bit too slowly, so that it would burn down his throat for a bit longer.

"I never . . . " Perfectly-kept nails picked absently at the table, until he waved his hand vaguely and managed, "I never didn't attend Mass anywhere. Er. That is, if you never went to Mass, you have to . . . " He pushed the nearest shot across the table and muttered something about double negatives.