003 ~ darling, really?

[demonmilk]

[He's sloshing some beer about in a glass he's holding, the liquid barely reaching the top before swishing to the other side of the glass. He's not drunk, but the alcohol -- and he seems to have at the very least six beers -- has gotten him a bit happier than usual.]

Care for a drink?

[he winks at the camera before it switches off.]

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[silver_pipe]

You're not getting drunk by yourself, are you Dante?

Isn't that something grumpy old men do?

[silver_pipe]

[ Heather laughed at that, Dante was a funny guy ]

Haha! So what, you are old then? You should've said you're not a grumpy old man!

Anyway, I dunno exactly how much I can drink. Who does? Thirty-four and a half shots of rum? Hah! I dunno, let's just say you'll be shocked!

[ And with that she reached over and poured Dante, then herself, a shot each. ]

Cheers!

[ She tossed it back with only the tiniest of winces ]

[demonmilk]

[Ohyes. Dante was indeed old. But thirty-four? In that small body? He scoffed.]

Cheers it is.

[he took it in easily, without wincing and pours another shot each.]

[silver_pipe]

[ She threw the shot back and gasped quietly after it ]

Alright then, let's make this interesting...

How about we make a bet?

If I can out-drink you, you take me out... properly.

[demonmilk]

Take you out? On a date, you mean?

[He lets out a soft chuckle and leans forward.]

Do you know what you're getting into, Heather~?

[silver_pipe]

What I'm getting into? Hah! You think I'm gonna lose, don't you?

[ She pours herself another shot and downs it quickly she's getting worse at hiding that post-shot shudder though ]

Come on then, if you're such-a tough guy!

[ What?! No, she did not slur! ]