Theodore had to laugh. He'd forgotten about that damn cat pawing at the door right when his hand had been otherwise occupied. So occupied that he hadn't been able to gather up the good sense to take out his wand and hex the damn thing. "That was one of our better close calls, if I must say."
He thought for a moment, looking at the shot glass still in his hand and then over at Stephen for a moment before returning his attention to Tracey. It hadn't been enough to drink to get completely under the table. That usually took a good number of hours.
A slight grimace crossed his face at the mention of a car, but he pushed it away and held out his hand. "Deal. And I've had two lagers and three shots of whiskey before you got here." He gave her a smirk. "I won't hold you to the lagers if you don't want them."
He downed one of the four shots that had been set in front of him. "First one not able to touch their nose with their finger?"