Holt pulled back immediately when she said his name, worried he'd taken things too far already. "Sorry," he said as he moved away from Zinny entirely and went to fetch the tequila. Maybe he could just get drunk and pass out? Because his blue balls wouldn't hurt if he was unconscious!
He poured them each a shot and handed one of them to Zinny. "Bottoms up," he said as he clinked the glasses together and downed his own. He preferred tequila to all over alcohol, and this was extremely high quality stuff.