[He grinned at her in response and grabbed the shot between his thumb and forefinger, turned it once before giving a small nod and throwing it back. It was pure, grade-A shit, and it proved it going down. Still, he wasn't going to roll over and quit. He didn't plan to lose to Chloe Frasier. Oh, sure he had been out-drunk by women before. He'd lived a long and storied life. But those women tended to be the stone-cold alcoholic type, the sort who'd managed to have a fair bit more practice than he had. An impressive feat, all things considered. But Chloe was a sweet little thing who was at most a functional alcoholic. Which should have meant a clean victory, but-]
I'm beginning to think you're cheating kid. You have a hollow leg I don't know about?
[He took the opportunity to lean over a little (very little, he didn't want to fall off the stool) to get a look at her legs, a dramatic little motion that, in addition to being good-old-fashioned harmless flirting bought him a little time. He was hoping in a couple of minutes this last round would have had time to hit her like a ton of bricks and she'd admit defeat. Not likely, but worth the effort.]
Re: BROTIME
I'm beginning to think you're cheating kid. You have a hollow leg I don't know about?
[He took the opportunity to lean over a little (very little, he didn't want to fall off the stool) to get a look at her legs, a dramatic little motion that, in addition to being good-old-fashioned harmless flirting bought him a little time. He was hoping in a couple of minutes this last round would have had time to hit her like a ton of bricks and she'd admit defeat. Not likely, but worth the effort.]