Cait quirked a brow at his comment, her mind immediately going into the deepest gutters. "Riiiiiight," she said, starting toward the living room. "The couch it is."
Once there, she set her bottles down on the coffee table and arranged them weakest to strongest. Then, she took a seat on the sofa and leaned back comfortably. "Why do I feel like I'm not the first person you've had a drinking contest with?" He seemed way too confident to be a first timer.