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Oh Sweetheart, bring it on. You are so speaking my language now. Definitely tequila. Double. Neat. And with a side of tequila.

So what game? Winner gets to take the shot.

[ Slamming two shot glasses onto the bar. The tequila is bottom shelf though, sry. ]

No chasers, either. Drink big or go home. And shit man, I dunno. Trivia. State capitals? Kardashian facts? Taylor Swift lyrics? Sex positions?

[It's tequila, there's never a bad bottle. From a guy with no discerning taste in liquor unless it's whiskey.]

What the hell's a chaser? And don't put any of those damn little pieces of fruit out either. What's the point of that?

You called capitals. How're you at spellin' 'em backwards?

God I am so turned on right now.

[ She's only... half kidding hell yeah. ]

Uh, about as good as I am spelling them forwards. [ As in not. ]

I have that effect, I admit. My apologies.

[Giving her a bright smile and a wink.]

So, that's the game then.

[Someone might not be playing fair.]

Less turned on. Don't be a cocky asshole, it's super unattractive.

[ She shoots him a smile. ]

Okay but I'm gonna be super sober by the end of it.

Now that's kinda hard. Cocky asshole may actually be on my birth certificate.

[He's probably kidding. Maybe.]

Not if you have to take a shot every time I get it right. But fine. You pick the game and every time I'm wrong, I'll either take a shot off that beautiful body, or you can take one from anywhere you want. Lady's choice.

Okay, let's stick with state capitals, but your rules, Cocky. You ask first.

[That got a wide smile from him.]

I do love winnin'. Okay, let's take it easy then. Pierre.

Pft. Easy. France.

[ Yeah she's super bad at this. ]

American States, Sweetheart.

Duh. I knew that. I was joking.

[ She wasn't. ]

Uhhh I dunno, Cocky. Minnesota?

Course you were.

[Hey, he might believe it.]

Nope. Not even. Just a bit too far east, darlin'. I guess you're up then.

[Said as he picked up a shot, waggling it before her.]

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[ He is going to be in for an adventure with this game. She's not stupid... Just. Well, let's say the education in Truth or Consequences isn't the best.

She's also not complaining, though. She leans forward, her mouth curving into a smile. ]

You didn't say what happens when I get it wrong. You takin' the shot?

You're right, I didn't. So it's your call. I get a body shot off you, or give you one.

Way I see? I win either way.

Mmmm... [ She hums loudly, making a show of trying to decide. ] I'll take it. Give me your hand. [ She reaches out for it, shooting him a mischievous smile. ]

[Arching a brow then, he held out the shot with one hand and his free hand palm up.

Staring at her, looking damn amused while waiting to see what she does.]

[ She grabbed his hand, pulling him closer and raising his wrist to her mouth. She ran her tongue gently over the pulse point of his wrist before grabbing the salt on the table and sprinkling some over the spot she licked. Mack raised her eyes to him, ducking her head down again, this time maintaining eye contact as she lapped the salt off his skin, her mouth sealing against his wrist to suck the salt off of it and grazing his skin with her teeth. Then she grabbed the shot, throwing it back and offering him a wicked grin as she slammed the glass back onto the table. ]

My turn?

[Ty's gaze never left her face, watching as her tongue slid over his wrist. A shiver ran through him, teeth catching at his bottom lip. Sexy was one thing, but this is amazing and he loves it.

Shifting in a bit closer as he let the sensation of her suckling at his skin course through him. Making a soft sound of pleasure then, not even trying to hide that she's that good.]

Hit me with your best shot.

[And his voice was deep, rumbling as he said it.]

[ The way his tone changes rushes through her and she can't keep the smile off of her face as she gazes back at him. Mack props her elbow onto the table, using her hand to hold up her cheek. ]

Um, okay. Santa Fe. [ It's like, one of three she knows, so. ]

[Picking up his shot, he tosses it back. Yet his tongue lingered along the edge of the glass. Damn but already he is needing it to stop him from just pushing in closer to her.]

New Mexico... and you're free to take another shot despite me being right. As far up my arm as you want.

Hey, no. That's cheating. You're supposed to do a body shot, too.

[ He doesn't need to move because it's she that scoots closer to him, pushing the salt shaker close to him with one finger and curving her lips in a promising smile. ]

Then maybe I'll do one, too.

Who am I to disappoint the lady?

[His smile is wicked and sly as he picks up the salt shaker, his free hand curling against her hip with the invitation of her closeness.

Leaning in, he is still smirking, watching her as his head dips. Slowly he drags his tongue along the side of her throat.]

Might get a bit messy.

[Teasing about the fall of the salt as he sprinkles it against her skin. Again his tongue touches her throat, gathering the salt as his lips press to her skin, lingering there as he drags the tip of his tongue over her skin.]

[ it does get a little messy, with some salt falling down her shirt, but she's not even thinking about it once his mouth is right up against her skin. Mack sucks in a gasp without thinking, her fists clutched at her sides, trying to make sure her body doesn't tremble from the contact.

She waits for him to pull away before she picks up his shot, her gaze catching his as she holds it out to him. ]

[Leaning back, Tequila licks the last bit of salt from his bottom lip before shifting in closer. His hand covers hers, using that to tip to glass to his lips, his gaze never leaving hers the entire time.

Even as he down the shot, feeling the familiar and comforting burn before offering her a sly smile.]

Not nearly as warm or tasty as you are.

[Yeah, the hat and jeans really do come with being a bit over the top, and he's taking the chance it doesn't get him laughed at.]