She resisted a laugh at his comment and tossed her shot back. First of many that night, she was sure. Once she swallowed, she wiped her mouth daintily and looked at her competitor. "What if I pick the poison, then you do, and we alternate? Then it's fair or whatever." The last thing she needed was for there to be some sort of reason for her eventual victory to be tainted. This way, neither one of them could say they didn't have an equal opportunity.