Author's Note: What can I say? There's something so much fun about Mike and Bobby drunk. I know you all enjoy it too, so let's have some fun!
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Title: Tequila!
Prompt: Shots
Rating: PG
Warning: NA
Summary: "Irish bastard."
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"Okay, Mike, your turn," Bobby slid the bottle of tequila and a shot glass to Mike. It was a simple game, if you could take a shot, you could ask a question and the other person had to either answer or drink two shots. They'd made it up about oh three hours into the evening. So far Bobby had learned that the other man had a thing for pierced belly buttons, loved old cartoons, and in the academy had played pranks on the instructors. Bobby knew there were more things, but his brain was a little foggy.
"Okay, here goes," Mike downed the shot easily.
"Irish bastard," Bobby muttered.
Mike shrugged, "So, I want to know exactly what you think of Alex."
Bobby looked perplexed, "Eames is…"
"No, no, no, not Eames. Alex."
Bobby got the hint and frowned, "Mike…"
"What? Not gonna answer? Okay, two shots, Bobby boy."
Bobby sighed, he really didn't like tequila, "She's beautiful." Mike sat there waiting for more. "That's it, Mike."
Mike hung his head, "Bobby, we need to have a serious discussion about you and women one of these days."