106: Dinking Games

Dmitri refused to budge out of his chair, as he continued to brood over everything Caleb had dumped in our laps. This was not the direction I thought my night was heading in after the loaded promise I earned before dinner. I grabbed a fresh bottle out of the liquor cabinet and exchanged it with the empty one on the desk.

“Let’s get on with it,” I hopped up on the edge of the desk and pulled the bottle over to me. “But if we’re going to do this right now, I’m going to need to catch up a little bit first.” I knocked the bottle back and gagged as the liquid burned the back of my throat. I managed to swallow a shot or two down before I had to give up.

Dmitri looked up at me with a half cocked grin and an arched brow, “Is that the best you can manage?”

“It’s not my fault that it goes down like lit kerosene,” I croaked out, trying to keep the liquid from coming back up while I spoke. I managed another small swig before I held the bottle out