"It's alright." Zinny was disappointed at the loss of contact, her hands coming to rest in her lap as he went to get the tequila. She hadn't meant to make him pull away, but she should've figured he'd do that. Holt was determined to not push her into anything and she appreciated that. After all, she hadn't even kissed a guy before until she kissed him and yet it felt so natural to her.
Taking the shot glass, she clinked it with his, getting only half of it down before the taste hit her. "Ughhh, that's strong," she replied, making a face before she finished off the other half. "Wow." Zinny coughed and rubbed her lips. "Burns on the way down, doesn't it?"