Kavinsky popped a brightly colored pill into his mouth, tucking it under his tongue to let it dissolve as he tucked the tin back into his pocket and strode over to the counter and picked up the shot glass. He clinked his against Lee and, with a softly murmured, "Salud," as well, he threw it back.
The alcohol was warm, burning down his throat without the cut of a mixer or the promise of a chaser. His mouth watered a little in the aftermath, his eyes watering a little, but he held himself together commendably. When he'd swallowed, he set the shot glass back down on the counter and hummed vaguely, contemplating if he'd need a second one or if it would make him sloppy.
"Any plans on how the night was going to run, once you got someone home?" Kavinsky looked up through his eyelashes at Lee, almost coquettish again, leaning against the counter a little. It would take a few minutes for the pill to kick in, but the alcohol would help, and he certainly wasn't adverse to starting while he was still, nominally, sober.
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Date: 2016-02-01 11:54 pm (UTC)From:The alcohol was warm, burning down his throat without the cut of a mixer or the promise of a chaser. His mouth watered a little in the aftermath, his eyes watering a little, but he held himself together commendably. When he'd swallowed, he set the shot glass back down on the counter and hummed vaguely, contemplating if he'd need a second one or if it would make him sloppy.
"Any plans on how the night was going to run, once you got someone home?" Kavinsky looked up through his eyelashes at Lee, almost coquettish again, leaning against the counter a little. It would take a few minutes for the pill to kick in, but the alcohol would help, and he certainly wasn't adverse to starting while he was still, nominally, sober.