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âShots, straight up,â Smee mused, far too bemused already. The poor girl didnât stand a chance, but he enjoyed a bit of friendly competition and he could always use a favor down the line, somewhere to hide or someone to hold, it didnât much matter. âYouâre on, little miss. But I warn you, youâre making a terrible mistake.â he sing songed, teasing and just a hair too close. âLoserâs also going to have to pay, chickadee.â He thumbed his thinning wallet. Could he make it happen? Maybe, but he wasnât one to waste money on drinks he could get for free. âNot too scared by that, are ya?â
Anya snorted. âI donât mind. Since Iâm not going to be the one owing any drinks, I say thatâs a pretty sweet deal.â She gave him an early victory smile. âAre you done wasting our time trying to sound like a big shot or are you ready to have some shots?â she whistled the bar tender over for a fresh set of shots. wasting no time in downing three in a row before looking back at him. âletâs go.â
If Smee had learned one thing about how not to hurl chunks by the end of the night, it was that a lot of drinking was in the mind. If he matched this girl's three shots like he was throwing back three shots, there was trouble on the horizon. However, if he tossed them back like he was ending a bad night with worse booze straight from the bottle with the stop pried off, he was in the green still, so he did, polishing them off and then breathing out like a deeply unhinged dragon, eyes wild. "Warms you to the heart, doesn't it?" he laughed, shaking his head rapidly. "You're not so awful, definitely know how to get a party started. I almost feel bad about how bad I'm gonna wipe the floor with you."















