Toni laughs, looking him up and down in appreciation. Without taking her eyes off Mitch, she nudges her boyfriend. "You first, boo."

"Anything for my cutiepie."

The cloying terms of endearment come easily, or he'd never bother using them; Toni hates them, so they serve for when they're working an angle and he doesn't have time to think.

He draws another Ace.

"Say goodbye to your livers, because we're shooting them to high heaven in a handpie."

He lines up five shots, eyebrow quirking as he looks at Jeremiah and Josh.

She sneers but is ready to go for when he begins, drinking with ease.

Alex and Orya both don't even flinch at how much they have to drink.

Spencer and Phil try very hard, and Phil seems to manage well enough, if uncomfortably, while Spencer has to stop twice to cough, she isn't good at skulling as all her friends.

Jer remains distracted, focused on his drawing.

"Hey, bro, you gotta drink up," Mitch says, trying to nudge Jeremiah into participating. It looks like the party is happening any minute, but they need everyone on board or out of the picture.

"I think...this game is a trap," he says, sounding bowled over by this stunning revelation.

Sam looks concerned, but she can hold her liquor.

Mike makes sure to clink some glasses; it makes people feel closer together,which the alcohol only adds to. First glass with Toni (who knows exactly what he's doing), and final glass with Philomena (lingering gaze just to heighten the tension...).

"Wooo! You're up, babe, make me proud."

He kisses her (they'd both prefer the cheek, they really only make out in media sex, but you gotta play to the crowd), closing his eyes so he doesn't look at Phil while he's doing it; it's too tempting, otherwise, to gauge her reaction.

"Oh! Yeah..." He rejoins the game, leaving his pad on the coffee table nearby, ready to drink till he passed out. 

She pretends to lean into the kiss, but all she really wants, afterwards, is to wipe her mouth clean of him, though she can't. 

She looks away and tries not to cry.

Alex, now definitely in on the joke, catches the reaction and smiles.

Toni, now free from her boyfriend's clutches, slinks about the table to grab a card, a nine, which she shows off to the group. "I'll keep it simple for those barely sober enough to function, cat."

"Rat," is Jer's immediate response, even hindered by drugs and alcohol, his mind is sharp.

"Damn, beat me by a millisecond, as per usual Janusson. Pat," hopefully, her obnoxious doesn't go unnoticed by the tall hot redheaded boy.

"Hat."

"Mmmat."

"Bat?"

"Can't really think of anything."

He takes a shot, and smiles at Phil.

"Sorry, you probably had a good one and I took it away from you. You can still go, if you want."

She lets a little confidence flow through her, bolstering her words. "Oh please, we all know you know a word that rhymes with cat, I know you way too well to believe that. But there's nothing wrong with doing another shot."

She clinkes her glass against his and throws a shot back, biting off the pained look on her face from the burn, afraid it might undercut the flirting she just did.

Oz rolls her eyes at her sister. "Lex, it's your turn."

"Right..." She pulls a five. "Ooh, time to get the guys drunk to take advantage of them ladies. Drink up boys."