“Enjoyable now; total regret in the morning,” Miles nodded sagely, picking up one of the full shot glasses and taking a seat on the floor beside the coffee table. Technically it wasn’t as important for him to get drunk as it was for Caspian, since the prince was the one who had to look like he’d been out at the club all night, but he wasn’t the type to pass up a good time. Besides, it could also be helpful to the group later on if he was reportedly hungover too, just in case the soldiers questioned him and Jay. It was unlikely, since there was no reason for the military to make Cas their prime suspect in Iris’s disappearance over the members of the rebellion, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Jay was the only one who couldn’t drink, since he was supposed to be their designated driver for the night.

[color=#b97703]“At least this time, we’re destroying our livers for a good cause,”[/color] Cas pointed out, taking his own glass and sitting on the opposite side of the table. With a glance at the clock on the wall, he saw that it was already after ten. His father expected him to be home by midnight, as usual, so he had a little more than an hour to get plastered, go back to the club and take Jay’s car back to his own place. [color=#b97703][i]Like Cinderella, except when my spell wears off, I’m going to be sick as hell,[/i][/color] he thought amusedly, looking down at the clear liquid in the cup.

When Jay invited Iris to join them, the prince casted her a sidelong glance. He fully expected her to turn down the request. In addition to the fact that she had a raging alcoholic for a father, she also didn’t strike him as the type to let loose and take shots around people she barely knew. So, when she agreed, and Jay filled the third glass, he raised his brows in surprise. Either the stress of the last week was making her reckless or there were even more layers to the amnesiac than he’d thought.

“Yeah, Iris!” Miles howled his approval as Jay passed the full cup to her. “Should we toast to something? I feel like we should toast to something.”

[color=#b97703]“How about to pulling off a perfect escapade right under the army’s nose?”[/color] Cas suggested proudly.

“I like it,” Miles raised his glass. “To that!”

Cas laughed and tapped his glass with his friend’s and Iris’s and brought it to his lips to down the whole thing. However, as soon as he swallowed, he stiffened and started coughing into his sleeve. The alcohol was shockingly strong and scorched the back of his throat on its way down. Across the table, Miles had the same reaction. [color=#b97703]“[i]Poison[/i],”[/color] he gagged, wrinkling his nose in disgust as he turned toward Jay. [color=#b97703]“What the hell is this stuff?”[/color]

Jay blinked and picked up the bottle, only to snicker when he read the label. “Oh, fuck. It’s 150 proof.”

“Are you serious?” Miles gawped at him before coughing again and waving his hand. “Go get the Gold Line from the liquor cabinet. I want to get drunk, not die of alcohol poisoning.”

“My bad,” Jay snorted, taking the bottle with him as he exited the room.

[color=#b97703]“Well, that was unpleasant,”[/color] Cas made a face, leaning forward to rest his arms on the table. [color=#b97703]“Remind me never to take a shot from him ever again.”[/color]