1 tequila, 2 tequila, 3 tequila, floor ♦ Stuart & Lillian
‘I could go for a big plate of lasagna. I’ll be enjoying quite the dinner tonight.’
Having already consumed a few beers, the grin that slid onto Stuart’s face appeared effortlessly. They hadn’t been on the pub crawl for long but he had already lost track of his group, including Piper, who still hadn’t even shown her face at the event. Not knowing where she was, but knowing either she or Lennon would turn up sooner or later, he had set out in search of fun and had found himself by the bar – challenging a girl to a drink off. He kept telling himself that he wasn’t really doing anything wrong, Piper knew he could be a bit of a flirt. He was extremely bored and it was all just a little healthy competition, wasn’t that what they were all here for? Although even Stuart had to admit that the girl beside him was pretty damn cute.
‘Shame you’ll be buying it for yourself, then’ he replied, laughing as he waved the bartender over. ‘Twenty tequila shots please, my man.’
The bartender busied himself behind the bar, preparing their drinks before quickly bringing them over to their stretch of the bar. Despite his earlier jokes he really had no problem buying the girl a drink, and so after he had pulled out his wallet and tipped the bartender, he moved each shot glass from the tray and placed ten out in front of each of them.
‘You might wanna skip using the salt and lemon if you don’t wanna slow yourself down, just a friendly tip. Unless the taste’ll be too much for you to handle…’ Stuart’s eyes twinkled as he challenged her, his fingers resting on two of the shot glasses in preparation for their race. He had always been a very competitive person, and so he took these things incredibly seriously. Playfully nudging her side with his elbow, he smiled so much that the skin beside his eyes crinkled slightly. ‘Right, you know the rules. Fastest to finish all ten shots wins, you ready?’
