Devon's desire to change the rules he'd just come up with didn't surprise Teddy in the least bit. Not for a moment did he doubt that, had he come up with the exact same rules she'd just spoken, she'd have disagreed with them. Knowing it was pointless to argue, he nodded his agreement. It wouldn't get them nearly drunk enough fast enough for his taste, but it would still get them there. He'd just have to make sure he gave her dares that were just wild enough that she'd far prefer to take the drink.

“Wood, Teddy?”

"It's what I got," he explained. "And it doesn't' appear that Sinistra keeps vials about the place up here." Telescopes had glass in the lens, but he was pretty sure that messing with one of the telescopes would have Sinistra coming after him like some screaming banshee on a death hunt. That wouldn't be in the least bit fun.

"It's still better than drinking from the bottle," he said, trying to buoy her spirits as she worked on the button. Once the shot glass - er, wood? - was completed, he took it and examined the object grinning broadly at her. "Brill, Devon. That's what you are," he assured her, reaching for the vodka and pouring a shotful.

"How about, instead of a sample, I just offer up the first dare?" he asked, not waiting on her answer before he threw out the first one. "I dare you, Devon," he began, spinning the shot slowly between his two large hands as he watched her from under his brows, "to let me lick the tip of your nose."


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