[Oh. So it's that kind of game. He doesn't even seem to mind, watching Katy settle on the bar with the shot before picking up the salt and dashing it over the back of his hand.]
And with a quick loss, what would even be the point? [It's a joke, and he tilts his head before he angles his head just enough to pull the shot glass up with his lips, flipping it up enough to swallow the tequila down. He locks his eyes with hers for a hot second as he slowly licks the salt, darting down to bite the lime and just barely missing her mouth. He pulls back with the wedge in his teeth, sucking on the juice as he pulls back only a few inches.]
You'll have to do better than that. [This is said with the lime in his mouth so it's sort of muffled, but the idea's out there.]
[She laughs as he snatches the lime out of her mouth, and damn, that was quick. He's right, though; a quick loss would take all the fun out of it. She'd just grab for him now if she wanted to speed things along.]
Not bad.
[Now she reaches for the salt, taking a long moment to run her tongue over the back of her hand so it'll stick when she pours it.]
[Sometimes you learn to move fast and find ways to apply that skill elsewhere. The lime juice is sucked from the fruit and the rind's set aside when he's finished, hopping up on another space of the bar.
They're not dumb. Neither of them are stupid and he knows they're both aware of the end goal here. But there's something about the anticipation of it that makes it more interesting. Plus it's time to kill and something normal, something he could imagine himself still doing if he had a regular-ass life.
With that cheerful thought, he'll reach over and pour a shot into the glass.]
You have the clear advantage here. [Mostly in that she has a convenient space to rest the glass. It takes him a moment to think, but he settles for shifting the bottom hem of his shirt up and balancing the glass carefully on his exposed hip/lower abdomen.] But we'll stay in easy mode for now.
[And with that he shuts up and shoves the lime wedge into his mouth, teeth sinking just a little into the rind.]
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And with a quick loss, what would even be the point? [It's a joke, and he tilts his head before he angles his head just enough to pull the shot glass up with his lips, flipping it up enough to swallow the tequila down. He locks his eyes with hers for a hot second as he slowly licks the salt, darting down to bite the lime and just barely missing her mouth. He pulls back with the wedge in his teeth, sucking on the juice as he pulls back only a few inches.]
You'll have to do better than that. [This is said with the lime in his mouth so it's sort of muffled, but the idea's out there.]
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Not bad.
[Now she reaches for the salt, taking a long moment to run her tongue over the back of her hand so it'll stick when she pours it.]
Your turn, then.
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They're not dumb. Neither of them are stupid and he knows they're both aware of the end goal here. But there's something about the anticipation of it that makes it more interesting. Plus it's time to kill and something normal, something he could imagine himself still doing if he had a regular-ass life.
With that cheerful thought, he'll reach over and pour a shot into the glass.]
You have the clear advantage here. [Mostly in that she has a convenient space to rest the glass. It takes him a moment to think, but he settles for shifting the bottom hem of his shirt up and balancing the glass carefully on his exposed hip/lower abdomen.] But we'll stay in easy mode for now.
[And with that he shuts up and shoves the lime wedge into his mouth, teeth sinking just a little into the rind.]