[He also wishes she'd just drop out. He can feel the edge of bile creeping up his throat even through the grin. He needed a smoke, but he doesn't have any cigars. He might be forced to bum a smoke but- hell, he doubts anyone's gonna fork one over. Goddamn this place and goddamn his stubborn streak.
He watches her take the shot with a grim look. She makes it, damn her, too. And it's not pleasant by the look, so he has no doubt it was not going to be a good time.]
All right, all right.
[He pulls the shot close, studies it longer than is really wise before taking it. He's got good poker face, but he doesn't bother to use it, because GOD DAMN. It's bad. He does not want to lose but the idea of another shot is the worst thing he's ever even thought.
He squits up at her, tries to judge where she's at, but in this state it's a crap-shoot. She could be one shot away from dropping but then again so could he. There are some things worse than losing and one of those things is passing out in a puddle of your own vomit in front of a very pretty girl.]
I have a pro-posal for you my dear. How do you feel about putting this on hold until we can scrounge up something a little less vile than the piss and vinegar these assholes are serving up?
[Never insult the bartender. That's rule number one. But he does love breaking the rules. He just hopes she doesn't call him on the fact this is a technical surrender.]
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He watches her take the shot with a grim look. She makes it, damn her, too. And it's not pleasant by the look, so he has no doubt it was not going to be a good time.]
All right, all right.
[He pulls the shot close, studies it longer than is really wise before taking it. He's got good poker face, but he doesn't bother to use it, because GOD DAMN. It's bad. He does not want to lose but the idea of another shot is the worst thing he's ever even thought.
He squits up at her, tries to judge where she's at, but in this state it's a crap-shoot. She could be one shot away from dropping but then again so could he. There are some things worse than losing and one of those things is passing out in a puddle of your own vomit in front of a very pretty girl.]
I have a pro-posal for you my dear. How do you feel about putting this on hold until we can scrounge up something a little less vile than the piss and vinegar these assholes are serving up?
[Never insult the bartender. That's rule number one. But he does love breaking the rules. He just hopes she doesn't call him on the fact this is a technical surrender.]