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[ghostthatlingers]

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"You've reached Tex. Say what you need and I'll get back to you."

 

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[motherfucking_ghost]

"...I can totally get shots ready if it'll make you get out of what you're wearing any faster." Tequila calls them both! Out come the glasses and the bottle. "Should've just come down in nothing, would've been easier."

[ghostthatlingers]

"I just got into this and you want me out?" she asks with a snort. She's been dreaming of this shot and her hand rests on her glass as she waits for him to pour.

[motherfucking_ghost]

"Fine, drinking first. Drinking first, and then all the fun we can think up doing in the privacy of our own home." One shot poured for each of them. And, hell, use up all the shot glasses and get a little row of them going. "But I can promise you that I am both warmer and more comfortable to wear."

[ghostthatlingers]

She is not going to argue with a line of shots and she slams back the first one. How the hell has she gone so long without feeling that burn? "Damn. I'm not going to need you to warm me up if I have enough shots of this."

[motherfucking_ghost]

"Come on, that was a good line! You have to admit, that was a pretty good line. I've had much worse lines." She'd better not have more shots than him. He will match her shot for shot. Their shiny new livers need kicked in anyway.

[ghostthatlingers]

"Better come up with another one if you want my pants off," she teases. Or let her have a couple more shots of tequila. She's starting off the night with a good, strong buzz and downs another two shots before stopping. A buzz that might quickly escalate beyond that given her body's lack of alcohol tolerance, but she remembers being able to handle that many, so it should be okay, right?

[motherfucking_ghost]

Obviously it'll be okay if they are both buzzed and quickly borderline drunk. What could possibly go wrong? Besides everything. "Better slow down there, Tex. Or I could get a puke bucket for you. It's okay if you need to throw in the tequila towel early."

[ghostthatlingers]

That sounds like a challenge to her. The alcohol hasn't quite hit the bloodstream yet and there's a glint in her eye as she grips her shot glass tighter. "Shut up and pour another round."

[motherfucking_ghost]

Alcohol burns, but Tex always burns brighter. Compliantly he pours more. They'll just have to be like Delta and deal with the inevitability of hangovers. "Are you sure you don't want to switch to something a little lighter? Maybe I should mix you up a girly fruity cocktail."

[ghostthatlingers]

"Only if I can shove it up your ass after." She's not going to back down from this challenge, no matter how bad the hangover. There's plenty of time to sober up before they sleep, right? She throws back the shot and slams the glass on the counter. "Another."

[motherfucking_ghost]

"Kinky. Also, glassy. So let's avoid that." God damn it, her being competitive is going to kill him, because he's going to fucking do this with her if it kills him from alcohol poisoning.

[ghostthatlingers]

"Still think you can outdrink me?" She's going to regret this later. She really is. But for now she can't back down.

[motherfucking_ghost]

She's going to regret it?! He still has to cook. (Hint: for everyone's safety, that probably is not happening.) "I never said outdrink. I think I'm gonna match you, or I am at least going to make a valiant effort. Do we need to make this another bet?"

[ghostthatlingers]

"If you can keep up you can do whatever you want in the bedroom later." Someone's cocky. Or starting to feel very tipsy. Probably both.

[motherfucking_ghost]

"Already promised you a pinning to the bed. But I'll have to get a little creative with whatever..." All the more reason to keep up. Sure hope this wasn't an expensive bottle.

[ghostthatlingers]

She wasn't going to get anything expensive for their first night drinking. She knew it was going to go fast. "If you win. Which you won't."

[motherfucking_ghost]

"Nooooo no no, you said if I could keep up. You didn't say if I beat you."

[ghostthatlingers]

"You're not going to be able to do that either. Now quit stalling and poor another one."

[motherfucking_ghost]

"Sure thing, sweetcheeks." One more, no--two more, with a cheeky grin indeed.

[ghostthatlingers]

"What the hell did you call me? Sweetcheeks?" She almost misses the counter when she slams her glass back down. Yeah, she's going to take a little intermission before going for that second shot he poured. She's starting to feel the burn and Jesus Christ, is the floor moving?

[motherfucking_ghost]

"Whoa!" He laughs, reaching out a hand to steady her arm. "Hell yeah, sweetcheeks. Sugarplum? Honeybunsssss~?"

[ghostthatlingers]

Keeping up with her drinking is the last thing he'll have to worry about if he keeps this up. She narrows her eyes and swats his hand away. "Quit being a sappy dumbass."

[motherfucking_ghost]

Nope, he is going to keep up. Hey, want another shot? Because he does. Not slowing down, are you?

"Sappy?" There might be the hint of a twang slipping into his voice where there previously was none. "Oh my darling rose of Texas, I'm just trying to piss you off. Sounds like it's working."

[ghostthatlingers]

She might have gotten more mad if she weren't acutely aware of the slight accent. It's subtle, but having just spoken to the Director a night ago, it's hard not to compare the two.

There's a slight moment of hesitation before she downs the next shot, needing it for entirely different reasons now. That tinsy little change to his voice should not sound that hot. "Now you sound like an asshole, too."

[motherfucking_ghost]

"Like that's any different from how I always sound." He points to himself, empty glass curled in hand. If he's aware of the accent likewise curling around his words, he hasn't given any indication of it. "Leonard Church, professional asshole."