Dan looked up, cigarette between his lips and offered a smile. Plucking the cigarette from his lips, he casually blew the smoke away. He wondered why Mark was hanging around the doorway... Maybe he was waiting to be invited in?
"Glad to see you've made it" he said with a coy smile. "Come in, it's almost ready" he said. The scent of chicken and gravy lingered in the air. "So were you serious about playing chess as a drinking game?" he asked with a chuckle as he stood up, picking up the bottle of whiskey to pour into two glasses. Just a small touch. Not too much.