Cait laughed. "You're generous enough to share with me. I must be special or something." She untwisted the cap off the whiskey and poured some of the alcohol into their glasses. She was not looking forward to the taste. Maybe if she held her nose, she could trick herself into not tasting it? It was worth a try.
She put the bottle back on the table and picked up the shot glass.
"Bottoms up!" She said, before grabbing her nose and tossing the drink back. Nope. Didn't work. Still tasted like shit.