Memphis & Storm | 11pm
Memphis was just like any other guy when they got hurt. It was more of a novelty than an actual injury in his eyes. At least it was right now when his head was fuzzy with alcohol. He'd lost track of where the girls had gone to, as the last round of body shots seemed to put everyone past tipsy and into drunk. Luckily, Memphis had a fairly decent alcohol tolerance, so he wasn't sloppy yet. He was just drunk enough to think every stupid dare or suggestion was a genius idea. Most of the stunts weren't even real dares, all someone had to do was mention something and he would act.
Looking up as someone plopped down beside him, a smile quirked his lips as he took in Storm. She looked hot, as always, but even drunk he had enough sense to keep those thoughts to himself for now. She'd likely punch him if she wasn't in the mood to be hit on. The smile vanished to confusion when she asked about something, and it was only when she grabbed his hand that Memphis remembered what he'd been staring at before.
"Someone dared me to see how long I could hold my hand in the fire....I think," he answered, grinning as if that were some hero-worthy stunt. "I got a new record."