Sighing quietly at Murder's question, he flushed bright red. This game was always a mistake when he was up against his best friend, but that didn't stop him from loving it. Mayhem tipped back a shot, sucking on the lime wedge as he glanced around the table to see who drank. Callista stood, and he listened to her as he lined up another shot. "Aka. Trying to take it slow cuz you're struggling to keep up." Flashing her a teasing smile, he stuck out his tongue to indicate the prod was a joke. Waving his hand in acknowledgement as she walked off, he turned his attention to Bella.<br/><br/>At her question, he sighed again, tipping back a shot as he glanced at Murder with a smirk. At least he<i>knew</i>he wasn't alone in drinking this round. Depending on how you counted it, technically he was streaking any time he was in raptor form. He counted it, though it was a matter of if he would have to argue about it with him. Sucking on the lime wedge, Mayhem watched as Callista sat back down, looking rather pleased with herself. Friends might be a bit of a stretch if you asked him, but it was a nice gesture at least. "I know better than to look a gift horse in the mouth. However, my competitive side won't allow me to be bested in theatrics." Tugging his leash free of Murder's wrist, he bounced up to the announcer, returning shortly after he had signed up. "There."<br/><br/>Returning to his spot under Murder's arm, he held out the leash loop, waiting on the man to grab it. "Let's see. Never have I ever worn jorts or cut off jeans. I have too much dignity for that."