Alex smirks as she takes her shot.

Spencer crosses her arm with Phil's, throwing her shot back with her friend, laughing with her at their spillage.

The rest of the girls take their shots with little fanfare.

"You or me, Sammy-bee?"

"Your party, your choice."

"Alrighty then, I'll go first," she grabs a card at random and promptly pours a significant portion of her drink, a Mexican Mule, or more simply, ginger ale and tequila, into the centre cup. "First King down my dudes."

"Looks like you're up, Sam."

Meanwhile, he's watching Philomena, who's been trying not to get caught watching him.

She draws an Ace, showing it off.

She's doesn't force everyone else to drink much; she only takes a few sips before she stops.

"Boo. It's my party and I'll get drunk if I want to."

He downs the rest of the shot.

She tries not to freak at his eyes on her, following her brothers lead by doing the full shot, and she starts to get a little warm, the alcohol blanket she'd read about on Tumblr wrapping itself around her she presumes, so she takes the cardigan she's wearing off, revealing the first tank top she's warn in six months, and part of the tattoo on her shoulder blade.

He's not sure whether she was aiming for 'cool', but he thinks the daisy undercuts it. He's a little surprised she got one at all. He thought she was too much of a goody-two-shoes for tattoos.

"Who's the artist? I was thinking of getting one. Babe? What do you think?"

He's hoping she's picking up what he's putting down, here. They can have some fun with Philomena tonight.

She squints briefly, before picking up on his meaning and smirking, playing almost nice. "It's... cute I suppose. Very... you, Philomena. Sweet and pretty, with a subtle draping of edge."

"Oh! I forgot I even had that, it's been forever. Um, he's this Hollywood guy, does all the tattoos for famous people, like Johnny Depp and a couple others. I can get you his number if you want, but he's a little... pricey."

"It was so cool to watch, and yeah, I designed it, or thought of it, the guy drew it, but, yeah."

"You should get it extended, do a full back tatt, you know what, give me a couple days, I'll have a drawing for you done ASAP," Jer runs off to find his sketchbook and start sketching, they've lost him for an unknown amount of time to the artistic part of his brain that cannot be sated without drawing the thoughts swirling through his head.

"Mind if I take a closer look?"

He's the picture of innocence. Sweet, sincere curiosity.

He just watches Jeremiah work.

"Oh! Uh, sure!" She turns her back to him, slipping the strap of her tank off her shoulder to give him a better view, ostensibly of her tattoo.

Alex walks up behind Mike to take a closer look, peering over his shoulder, and having picked up on Toni's secret meaning, she joins the set up of what will probably be the greatest prank ever. "God, that is impeccable, and I'm not just talking about the girl! The shading, the detail, that flower almost looks real!"

"Janusson is right, you could add to this..."

He reaches out, but seems to think better of actually touching the tattoo.

She clears her throat.

"I think it's Mitch up next?"

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, guys."

He seems to have been somewhat distracted by the scene that was playing out in front of them.

He draws a Queen.

"Sorry boys. I'll take one for the team."

He removes his jacket, making a show of it.

She rolls her eyes.