David shook his head at Evan and held his glass up as well. Noelle held hers up, though only about an inch off the table, because she was still giggling, and therefore a little wobbly.
"Alright, one, two, three!" David counted before tipping his head back and taking the shot. He shuddered. Tequila always gave him goosebumps, no matter how many times he drank it.