Drake & James
"We should play volleyball," Drake said, grin still plastered on his face. "Loser buys the winner a drink of their choice." Because if it was up to anyone else, they'd try to buy Drake some sort of alcohol and that would be a waste of a perfectly good bet. And a perfectly good bet was the way to get other people to play with him.
He paused for a second. "You're not about to go on patrol, are you?"