Alec smirked. "I don't get sad when I drink." He got naked. Not even the sexual kind of naked. He'd just randomly start losing his articles of clothing throughout the night. Even in public. "It's a drinking game. A contest of deep dark secrets, if you will. That's gonna have to happen sometime after Friday because my bet ends friday." He might have broken up those last four words with coughs. Very pronounced, totally fake coughs. Lenore had seemed pretty pissed at how seriously he was taking this bet. But he was in too deep to back out now. He was past the halfway mark.