Rachel O'Brien wrote:"Much." Rachel agreed,, before slowly licking the salt off of him. She downed the shot, reflecting that it was good she'd taken the edge off earlier, since there was something to be said for taking things slow.
"I hope you're not expecting that to put me off my game." Con smirked as he set his glass down and picked his cue up. Casually sinking the last two stripes he looked up from the table.
"Ready to lose?"