"Lose a race?" Tracey couldn't help but grin, not sure quite what he meant but relatively sure it would be a good story. She had missed out on eight years of stories after all, and Tracey found herself wanting to know all of them.
"So you can play piano and guitar, and I never knew this. God, I was a terrible girlfriend, wasn't I." Tracey chuckled a bit "Then again, you always were a bit of a posh idiot, so I guess I can't be surprised."
Tracey looked over at the bar, picking up the shot of whiskey and holding it up. "Cheers then." Then she tossed it back, squeezing her eyes shut at the burn before setting it down.