Blaise remained standing there, letting Theodore use him as a temporary crutch to stand. He was clearly inebriated and Blaise finished his drink - was this his second? Third? He didn't know, but it was suddenly full of the dark liquid again.
"A game?" He asked, raising a weary eyebrow. Blaise didn't play many games besides mind ones and things like poker. But he had heard of a game once and he glanced down at the pool as an evil smirk twitched his lips.
"Alright. Tag," he said very dryly as he put a hand on Theodore's chest as if he was just touching him. And then he pushed, hard enough to throw him back into the water as Blaise stepped away, trying to avoid any splashes.