Grasping his own shot, he tipped the glass to her, careful not to slosh the liquid around. He reached for the lime, and the salt shaker, licking his hand to sprinkle the salt, downing the shot and sucking on the lime, all in one smooth motion. “Well…” He said after a moment, the sound punched from him with a wince as the alcohol burned. “… guess you can come to my room. Your Master doesn’t need to know…”
With a smirk and a quick flick of her wrist, Amelia mimicked his motions, downing the shot and bringing the lime to her lips. She was never really one for hard liquor, but that wasn’t to say she didn’t take a challenge. “I guess,” She started, leaning forward to place her hands on his things, her fingers curling into the fabric of his pants. “it can be our little secret.”
