Ye like this loon, eh? What wuld you describe me as then?

Now Jacquie looked annoyed. "Elf iz not a loon! And I am not sure if I like 'im. Well no I am sure, but 'e iz older than me, and I am sure that 'e thinks I am just a student. Someone who was unfortunately assigned to 'im. Although he did save me at Avery's new year party." Realising that she had lost the point, Jacquie tried to remember what the question had been. Oh, right! How would shee describe Billy. "You are my friend and sherbet supplier. We are still friends aren't we Billy?" She looked at him like a sad puppy, just wanting a little reassurance.

First rounds on me, two shots ov vodka.

Jacquie nodded, not quite understanding the rules, but figuring that she would pick them up as the game prgressed. "So when I win, I 'ave to buy ze next round ov drinks, and when you lose, you ave to do something silly? I think I understand. Bring eet on." She picked up the first shot, raising it in a toast to his before slamming it back and then onto the bar. And then came the face pulling. "Urgh!"