Chris nodded as Patrick figured out the game, "Then you grab your numbered up and slam it. Make sure to breathe at some point though. You're... Really going to need it." He glanced to that dangerous looking black bottle again. God in Heaven.
"Mostly. There's a lot of liquor here that looks the same but the darker ones I can tell apart," he sat down on the ground next to the coffee table as the ball slowed and he watched with trepidation. Honestly, he really hoped Patrick got the Carolina Reaper vodka right off the bat.