Re: Hal & Dinah & Open
"Hey, it's what I do," he said with a casual shrug. It was not what Hal did, actually. The mess that he had become throughout the night just happened to work in his favor for once.
His eyes narrowed at the empty glasses before him. Some of them belonged to him, but which ones were which had been forgotten long ago. "Twenty?" he suggested and then snickered. "You do three shots and we'll call it good. Five shots if your not-date turned you down. Or kicked your ass." He actually rolled his eyes at that. Who could actually kick Dinah's ass and live to tell about it?