"Definitely. I don't think I'll forget that one as long as I live." It had been a shock, to say the least, but she remembered it with great amusement now. Then again, the threat of being caught was long gone, and there was only the memory between them.
He said how much he'd had to drink, and Tracey thought she could already feel the headache she'd have in the morning. Still, she wasn't about to back away from a challenge once set, and she had the bar tender bring three more shots. "The lagers will take too long, so you'll have to deal with this."
Then she took his hand, smirking right back. "Deal." She demonstrated, touching her nose and laughing a bit. Then she tossed back one shot, then the other three, one after another, making a face at the burn. "You'll have to give me a few minutes for that one."