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Sam drained the glass quickly and grinned at her. "Your turn," he said with a taunting tone in his voice. He wasn't sure what he'd ask for if -no, when- he won the contest. He could always ask for information on the mob, but there was still the chance that things like that could get him killed. Still, if he didn't go back with something, his boss would be pissed.

Sable blinked, surprised how quick he had managed to drain one glass. Running her tongue along her lips, she drowned a new glass of wine. Her hand on the bottle. Her eyes closed as she savored the delicious taste. A sigh of contentment came from her as she looked at him. "Ready for another dragostea mea." Her eyes taunted in a sadistic and seductive way. Why? Because she was so cocky about her win.

Sam grinned, noticing her surprised expression. He was a good drinker, he could take pride in that. It was one of the few things that he was generally good at. "I'm ready when you are," he told her, a cocky smirk forming on his lips.

Sable couldn't help but grin at his cockiness. It made her fuel even more. With a turn of her wrist, she poured some more into each glass then set the slender bottle down. Her hair falling over her shoulders with elegance and yet what they were doing was far from elegant. See who can go the longest without getting drunk. The thought didn't cross her mind however. She was simply fueled by her love of the game of sorts. "Bottoms up."

Sam's smirk widened into a full-blown grin. He was having a good time, alright. He'd always loved drinking contests. "Bottoms up," he repeated, draining his glass again and letting out a happy "Ah" when the liquid was gone.

Sable watched him with curious eyes, surprised how quick he drained another glass. Was that two or three? Her math was slightly impaired, but you didn't need math. Not at this point of time. She grinned, drained her glass and refilled them. Her face had a slight red tint, but barely noticeable, besides this alcohol would be bad after a half hour of consumption. A soft laugh came from her mouth as she shifted and sat next to him, on the couch. She wasn't sure why, but when she thought about it, she figured it would be easier not to spill. Swirling her drink, she then took a small sip, drinking it with what looked like ease. The warm fuzzy feeling enjoyable. She got drunk for fun, so being drunk was something she could handle. It would still be a few more glasses before she quit.

Sam drained the new glass, slower this time. He grinned at her. "You're drunk," he announced gleefully, laughing. When Sam was drunk, his normal badass exterior was replaced by an overly emotional, overall happy persona. It was times like this when he used to call his sister, back when he actually knew her number. For now, he'd have to settle for annoying Sable.

Sable looked at him with a frown. She was silent a moment before mirking. "-so? I'm na' done yet!" She crossed her legs and leaned forwar slightly. Her robe traced her body with ease as a crefree smile, an almost flirtaatious smile sat on her soft face. She looked possiblyy the furthest from a mob boss as able. Her elegant fingers traced the shape of the wine glass in her hand. She closed her eyes nd hummed once more.

Sam grinned. "I'm gonna win," he boasted, "Ahahahaha!" He was pretty drunk, too, but he didn't feel like stopping anytime soon. The only problem was, when Sam got drunk, he didn't quite act like Sam anymore. He was more flirtatious, and had often woken up with a bad hangover in a bed next to some random woman. And, getting drunk with a woman? Not the best of plans...

"Isa?" She looked at him with a coy and sly smile. "You sink you shall win? Ho laughable!" A hand covered her soft lips as she smirked grimly almost sadistically. Unfortunately it was all a ploy, she wasn't really intending anything dark, she was trying to throw off his game. Needless to say it wouldn't work as not ten seconds later she fell into a fit of giggles. It seemed like something was hilarious to her, yet she had not the slightest what it was. As if she'd been told something hilarious. She blushed, regaining herself slightly and pulling the wine back to her lips, she continued her soft humming.