He started to remove the bottles from the bag. "Choose your poison." It wasn't the best idea in the world to be drinking like this, but they were past good ideas. He was past caring about friends, at least for right now. Jacob focused on the whisky, poured himself a large plastic cup of it, and downed the whole thing in a few gulps. Yes, he was serious about getting wasted and the hangover would not be a problem for him. Definitely not.
Once he poured her a drink and a second glass for himself, he reached into the same bag to pull out a box. It wasn't just a box, it was a board game. Jacob met her eyes with a serious, intense gaze. "I dare you," he said, with a dramatic pause, "to play Strip Hungry Hungry Hippos. I'll cast a heating spell so we don't have to worry about the cold." If she had the same fuck everything attitude as he did, then maybe she'd consider it. Just drinking himself stupid was all right by him as well.