5. Game
By Alasse Fefalas
"You're not going to win, Lisbon. Give up," Jane said as he threw back another shot of whiskey.
"How the hell are you still sober?" Lisbon slurred as she poured shots into each of their cups. They must have had at least six shots and he was not the least bit drunk. She, on the other hand, felt like a steamroller smashed her.
"High alcohol tolerence." Another shot downed. Grinning, he nudged her glass towards her. "I win."
Eyeing her shot, she sighed, "Fine, you win. One kiss, anywhere. Make it count."
"Oh, I will."
