“Apparently we’re not as good at rescue missions as we thought,” Cas said haplessly, grimacing at the churning in his belly as his body reprimanded him for swallowing the sickeningly strong liquor. He’d eaten dinner earlier in the evening, but it had been long enough ago that he didn’t have the benefit of drinking on a full stomach. “Why do your parents even have that stuff?” he asked Miles incredulously.
“It was a souvenir from my mom’s trip to Russia last year,” his friend replied, leaning with his back against the base of the sofa. “The cooks use it in some of their fancier dishes. We don’t drink it straight.”
“I can see why,” Cas shook his head. The back of his throat still hurt from the single shot he’d just taken. He wouldn’t have been surprised if he woke up the next day to find that the alcohol had burned him on its way down. For a moment, he was tempted to ask why Miles hadn’t recognized the bottle until after they’d drank the horrendous liquid, but he stopped himself when he thought about how oblivious the other high born was in general. It would have been more shocking if he’d caught it right away.
When Iris proposed that they play a drinking game, Cas turned toward her amusedly. He’d had no idea that she had such a wild side. Even after Jay had brought them the wrong bottle of vodka, she was still eager to keep drinking with them. Her spontaneity was exciting, and he smiled, liking the idea she’d come up with. “That sounds like fun,” he agreed. “Did you have anything in mind?”
“Ooh, I do!” Miles raised his hand eagerly. “Let’s play Most Likely. Or Truth or Dare.”
“What are we, high school girls at a slumber party?” Cas snorted.
“Oh, come on,” Miles rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to be a high schooler or a girl to enjoy humiliating your friends. I just want to make you do something embarrassing.”
“Oh, well now that you’ve revealed your master plan,” Cas said with a false note of enthusiasm before falling flat: “No.”
“Spoil sport,” Miles huffed, glancing at the door as Jay came back into the room with the more tolerate vodka for shots. For a moment, he drummed his fingers on his knee and then locked eyes with Iris as an idea came to him. “You know what? Let’s take a vote. I say we play one of my ‘slumber party’ games. What do you think, Iris?”
“This isn’t a democracy,” Cas drawled, fighting the urge to laugh at his friend’s ridiculous antics.
“It is now,” Miles asserted brazenly, throwing an arm around Iris’s shoulders. “We’re overthrowing the party king. Join us or be locked in the dungeon.” He pointed at the closet.
Cas stared at him briefly and then narrowed his eyes, “You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t,” Miles smirked mischievously. “But he would.” This time he pointed at Jay, who caught on quickly and folded his arms over his chest in a tough stance.
Cas glanced at him over his shoulder and exhaled resignedly. “You should be given an award for the lengths you go to get your way.”
“It’s a gift,” Miles raised his hands in a shrug. “So are you in?”
“Fine.”
“Great,” he grinned and turned to Iris again. “So, what do you think, Lady Iris? What kind of game do you want to play with His Royal Tightass?”
“It was a souvenir from my mom’s trip to Russia last year,” his friend replied, leaning with his back against the base of the sofa. “The cooks use it in some of their fancier dishes. We don’t drink it straight.”
“I can see why,” Cas shook his head. The back of his throat still hurt from the single shot he’d just taken. He wouldn’t have been surprised if he woke up the next day to find that the alcohol had burned him on its way down. For a moment, he was tempted to ask why Miles hadn’t recognized the bottle until after they’d drank the horrendous liquid, but he stopped himself when he thought about how oblivious the other high born was in general. It would have been more shocking if he’d caught it right away.
When Iris proposed that they play a drinking game, Cas turned toward her amusedly. He’d had no idea that she had such a wild side. Even after Jay had brought them the wrong bottle of vodka, she was still eager to keep drinking with them. Her spontaneity was exciting, and he smiled, liking the idea she’d come up with. “That sounds like fun,” he agreed. “Did you have anything in mind?”
“Ooh, I do!” Miles raised his hand eagerly. “Let’s play Most Likely. Or Truth or Dare.”
“What are we, high school girls at a slumber party?” Cas snorted.
“Oh, come on,” Miles rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to be a high schooler or a girl to enjoy humiliating your friends. I just want to make you do something embarrassing.”
“Oh, well now that you’ve revealed your master plan,” Cas said with a false note of enthusiasm before falling flat: “No.”
“Spoil sport,” Miles huffed, glancing at the door as Jay came back into the room with the more tolerate vodka for shots. For a moment, he drummed his fingers on his knee and then locked eyes with Iris as an idea came to him. “You know what? Let’s take a vote. I say we play one of my ‘slumber party’ games. What do you think, Iris?”
“This isn’t a democracy,” Cas drawled, fighting the urge to laugh at his friend’s ridiculous antics.
“It is now,” Miles asserted brazenly, throwing an arm around Iris’s shoulders. “We’re overthrowing the party king. Join us or be locked in the dungeon.” He pointed at the closet.
Cas stared at him briefly and then narrowed his eyes, “You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t,” Miles smirked mischievously. “But he would.” This time he pointed at Jay, who caught on quickly and folded his arms over his chest in a tough stance.
Cas glanced at him over his shoulder and exhaled resignedly. “You should be given an award for the lengths you go to get your way.”
“It’s a gift,” Miles raised his hands in a shrug. “So are you in?”
“Fine.”
“Great,” he grinned and turned to Iris again. “So, what do you think, Lady Iris? What kind of game do you want to play with His Royal Tightass?”