She smirked and handed him his shot glass. "Well, we can't fight genetics, can we?" She laughed and reached forward, plucking one of the bottles that she'd pulled from the cabinet. It was something tasty--something that wouldn't start them off too bad. "You like Stoli, right? Blueberry flavored?" She poured it into her shot glass and then into his.
"I figured we could start off with stuff that tasted good before we got into the heavier stuff. I'm not a big whiskey fan." It tasted like lighter fluid to her. Blech.