Before Zyair could speak they were interrupted by Lawrence's excited shriek. He had arrived carrying a tray of vodka shots.
"Let's get drunk," he announced, placing the tray down and breaking their eye contact. Skyla moved towards Lawrence and settled down. She pulled the arms of her suit up, showing she meant business.
"Bring it on and prepare to lose," she challenged Lawrence by wriggling her brows at him.
"Ehh! I don't lose," he declared, picking up a shot glass.
Skyla did the same and after ticking them together both of them downed the clear liquid in one go. The slightly spicy and tangy flavour sent a subtle shiver down Skyla's body as she banged the glass down and picked up the next one before Lawrence could.
Zyair was standing a few feet away watching them both with a mixture of amusement and an expression which said, 'really?'
