Emily's mouth hung open and she glared at him as he brought up one of her finer moments.
"Faith dared me to do that!" She exclaimed defensively. Pouting, she knew that dare or not it still counted and that she had to take a drink. Taking the shot, she made another face and this time a noise that went along with it. Whiskey was not Emily's drink of choice.
"I think I got more tips than the bartender did that night." Emily shrugged as she put the shotglass back down on the table. It was now her turn to ask something. This game was too easy for her. There were a lot of things that Dean had one that she'd never done.
"I never promised to call the next morning and then never did." She smirked at him playfully as he took his drink.
"I think you should take two for that one." She raised an eyebrow at him. Granted, for most of the time Emily had known Dean he had been faithful to Solvei but there were times before that when he was just a big old manwhore. Kind of like he was now with his Vegas strippers and sluts.