Race to see who gets hammered the quickest on these watered-down drinks they decided to serve?
"You're looking for an ass-kicking on a race. Careful what you ask, cousin." Estella shot the blonde a quick grin and tipped back in her drink, downing every last drop in a matter of seconds. "That's one for me now and none for Blair Baird."
"So cocky, cousin. I'll have you know, I'm a professional drunk." Not entirely true– but on the rare nights that her uncles let her and her cousin out, she was trashed more often than not. Blair knew it definitely didn't help Cael's need to protect her from the shadows when she was too wasted sometimes to help herself. "Not for long, Estella Foxwood," Blair winked, tipping her glass and gulping the last of the contents before placing the empty glass on a passing tray and grabbing two more glasses. She held one out for her cousin before snatching it away with a grin and proceeded to drink half the contents before pulling a face. "Gotta be quicker than that."



















