#*alec.

“a dares a dare, sweetheart.” tone is the perfect state of sardonic as alec lifts his beer bottle in a cheers motion, taking a gulp of it as his eyes stay remained on the other. swallowing, leans forward, arms rested on his knees as he settles his beer onto the coffee table that separates them. party has calmed down, mostly passed out drunk people left scattered around the house. but it was just them left in the living room, carrying on the juvenile game of truth or dare. “you know the rules. lose that cute little shirt or take a double shot of whatever liquor we have left.”