[ shots are probably the last thing you're going to want to incorporate into this little .. whatever in the world it's trying to be, york, but you're a grown man and he can't very well tell you not to. shaking his head, he eyes the glass put down in front of him with a faint bit of skepticism, and paired with the ankle hook that he counters with what would equate a hip-bump were he not still settled squarely on his stool, he's beginning to feel like he's finally loosening up for the evening. ]
You do, Tay. And you know it, so stop bullshitting.
[ he finally knocks that shot back and follows it with another sip of gin, a small whew! finding its way up from the back of his throat as .. wow, what the hell was even in that shot?
north blinks dazedly, peers over at york as an alcohol-born flush begins to creep across the rise of his cheeks. ]
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You do, Tay. And you know it, so stop bullshitting.
[ he finally knocks that shot back and follows it with another sip of gin, a small whew! finding its way up from the back of his throat as .. wow, what the hell was even in that shot?
north blinks dazedly, peers over at york as an alcohol-born flush begins to creep across the rise of his cheeks. ]
What the hell did you just give me?
[ york what have you done. ]