David scoffed. "Scared?" He narrowed his eyes, "I'm not scared." And, as if to prove it, he downed his shot without waiting for her and poured another. "What makes you think I'd be scared?" Oh he wanted to win. He was going to beat her at drinking if it was the last thing he did. He wasn't sure why he felt so competitive towards her, but one thing was for certain. He did not like to be challenged when it came to drinking. Or acting for that matter, but his dad had all but put the kibosh on the later. Drinking was something his father somewhat approved of.