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"We're switching to fire whiskey after this," she replied. She had a flask of it somewhere in her bottomless purse. She might even have some peach schnapps to chase it with if she could find some orange juice. "If you're man enough," she added idly. That was usually more than enough to keep any stupid boy chasing shot after shot with her until they were drunk enough to be pliable.
Veronica frowned at this little display. Sure, Braden had ditched her for cheez-its at Halloweenfest, but what had she expected really? He was the first guy who even bothered to ask her anywhere, and it wasn't out of pity or some social obligation. He seemed to want to spend time with her then. And now he was making eyes at Carly over their shots of ass tasting cake vodka.
Well fuck that noise. Veronica shouldered over to them and stole Braden's shot from under him. She downed it hard and quick. "It's ass," she said pointedly to Braden, throat still burning. "What else have you got?"
Arnaud watched this exchange and wanted to hug Veronica for being so ballsy. You go girl, he thought to himself. Then he figured he might better step in before Veronica got eaten up by the big shark. To that end he insinuated himself among them. "I've got some Silver Skin," he supplied, holding up the bottle that looked like Goldschlager except with silvery looking flakes at the bottom. The taste was similar to birch beer and made the laughter of anyone who drank it sound like pleasantly tinkling bells. "Deal me in."
Carly frowned at him. Why were these bitches constantly blowing up her spot? Mind you, it wasn't the best spot she'd ever conjured up, but fuck. "Accio playing cards," she said with a hefty sigh. She wasn't going to keep doing straight shots with these shits. She found a mixer of ginger ale and dragged it across the counter to her and drummed up some plastic cups, making properly strong drinks for herself and the others. "We're playing asshole. Because that's what you all are," she said, deciding not to spare them her opinions.
Veronica frowned at this little display. Sure, Braden had ditched her for cheez-its at Halloweenfest, but what had she expected really? He was the first guy who even bothered to ask her anywhere, and it wasn't out of pity or some social obligation. He seemed to want to spend time with her then. And now he was making eyes at Carly over their shots of ass tasting cake vodka.
Well fuck that noise. Veronica shouldered over to them and stole Braden's shot from under him. She downed it hard and quick. "It's ass," she said pointedly to Braden, throat still burning. "What else have you got?"
Arnaud watched this exchange and wanted to hug Veronica for being so ballsy. You go girl, he thought to himself. Then he figured he might better step in before Veronica got eaten up by the big shark. To that end he insinuated himself among them. "I've got some Silver Skin," he supplied, holding up the bottle that looked like Goldschlager except with silvery looking flakes at the bottom. The taste was similar to birch beer and made the laughter of anyone who drank it sound like pleasantly tinkling bells. "Deal me in."
Carly frowned at him. Why were these bitches constantly blowing up her spot? Mind you, it wasn't the best spot she'd ever conjured up, but fuck. "Accio playing cards," she said with a hefty sigh. She wasn't going to keep doing straight shots with these shits. She found a mixer of ginger ale and dragged it across the counter to her and drummed up some plastic cups, making properly strong drinks for herself and the others. "We're playing asshole. Because that's what you all are," she said, deciding not to spare them her opinions.