Sometimes he forgot how lame she used to be, okay. Give a man a break. "Then I will teach you something great," he answered as he moved to his feet. He finished off what was left in his glass and went to fetch a few more. It wouldn't be a full rack for either of them but it would work fine. He figure she'd pass out within two rounds anyway.

"Here," he handed her the cap from the whiskey bottle while taking said bottle away from her. But only so he could pour it into the glasses he had set up on either end of his coffee table. "It works better with ping pong balls but I don't have any. Basically, you throw that and try and get into one of the glasses on my side. If you get it in, I have to drink. And vice versa."