"If your saying I'm gonna blow up in the races then you got another thing coming." He laughs a bit and smirks. "No... I don't stress until its about start... the race that is. No point of stressing out... but I guess a little won't hurt. Now's not the time though."
He smirks and leans on the table with an elbow and rests his chin on his hand.
"So wine then hmm? I got a good Corsair wine at the back maybe you'd like to try? They seem to make them good down there. Nice and red... they say like the color of blood... no wonder some people might say they are blood thirsty. Maybe its half true in the literal sense!" He shrugs and snaps his fingers and a girl walks over. Sunny leans over to the waitress and whispers in her ear to get the good stuff from the back.