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Who: Reza & Kamil
What:Drinking contest round one
When: After this post.
Where: Kamil's house
Warnings: ahaha

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[analyzingly]

"Alright," Kamil put a liquid pour spout on the vodka bottle after opening it, dispensing vodka into six shotglasses. "Three each. Let me know if that's too much."

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"No way." Reza added in quickly three was not too much at all, it was just enough. Well, it would do for now.

Pulling three towards her, she paused, "On the count of three?"

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"One...three!" He smirked, "Kidding, kidding. One...two...three."

And down the shots went, one after another.

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"Real mature." Reza muttered to herself, but she took the first shot on the count of three. And that was the start, the next few drinks were clear but then things began to get rather fuzzy after that.

Reza had taken on a distinctively cheerful attitude about things as she swirled the drink in the glass she was holding. The vodka bottle had bid them farewell a while and now the whiskey seemed to be reaching the end of its life. Not bad. The ice cubes had melted a while ago and the couch she was now on was ridiculously comfortable. She wasn't slurring her words yet, which was a good sign.

But she was very cheerful and talkative. "Not bad, Harem boy."

[analyzingly]

The shots were forgotten in the midst of the drinks that came thereafter, and the drinks after those, too. He usually didn't drink so much and so fast in a short amount of time, but there were always exceptions.

Kamil was sitting on the couch near Reza, his back against the side of the couch. He sipped at the glass of whiskey in his hand, looking over at her. Reza was pretty talkative after a few drinks, he noticed.

"What, you thought I couldn't handle a few drinks?"

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"Hey, for all I know you're all talk and nothing else~" she took a sip of her drink and continued, "A lot of people are, but you're not off the hook yet." She wagged a finger at him.

"Just how much can you handle, really?"

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"And how do I get myself 'off the hook,' O Great One?" he mocked lightly.

"Probably a few more and then I really do become tipsy," He closed her eyes for a few seconds. Yeah, if he had anymore drinks, he would definitely regret it in the morning.

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"Hmm, let me think about it~" she said cheerfully and then downed the rest of her drink, "Mm, good." She shook her glass a little, showing her glass. "How about you down yours and we have another one. Besides, you haven't even spilled any interesting secrets yet."

She reached over a little and nudged him with her foot, "Or you've had enough?"

[analyzingly]

"Oh, is that what this whole night is for? Spilling secrets?" He grinned before downing the rest of his drink, letting out a contented sigh as soon as he was done swallowing the last of the whiskey. "I won't spill secrets unless you spill some. It's only fair."

Kamil got up and took her glass as he passed, refilling the glasses with ice and, instead of whiskey now, brandy, before handing it back to her and regaining his spot on the couch.

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"What else do tipsy people do?" She smiled as he returned her glass and she muttered a thank you. Now when she starts being polite, that is a sure sign of well on the way to drunkness. Or something, she didn't care right now.

"Okay, so what do you want to know? Kind of like a truth or dare thing."