43 - I knew it would come down to this (Closed)
Turns out that hitting a $150 limit when it comes to drinking wasn't very difficult. However, when it came to matching shots with Michael Jones, Dan wasn't exactly sure how easily his system could continue register straight vodka in such a short span of time. And after a few changes of venue and now way past their original budget, it seemed that Michael was posing the same issue as his words slurred and his brain to mouth function left friendly conversation and yet again vouched for a "good, old-fashioned one-on-one."
Over the span of fifteen minutes, they'd managed to empty the dance floor of residents in favor of them moving to seats on the sidelines. Wagers were made in favor of who they believed would win and loud cat-calls set the scene alive. Dan wasn't entirely sure he could hear his own thoughts, let alone concentrate on which power would surge beneath his finger tops next, but thankfully the numb of alcohol didn't exactly let him linger on it long enough to really worry.
"I knew it'd come down to this," Dan called over the cheer of the crowd, fixing his footing over the colorful glow of neon lights below them. After a couple seconds of leniency, Dan finally found a spark of control. In a splash of color, mini fireworks spewed from a row of now broken lights under Michael's end of the floor. "Just gonna stand there all day, love?"
