"Brat? I'm not the one wearing a leash and collar.<i>Mind your manners</i>." He gave Mayhem a<u>look</u>, knowing that the other man would full well know what it meant. Of the two of them, the man next to him was definitely the brat and was currently trying to get a rise out of him. Murder had done this song and dance with him plenty of times with him to be wise to his games. For the moment, he had zero intention of rising to the proddings he was being given.<br/><br/>Quietly, Murder grouched as he took another shot, considering he<i>had</i>smoked prior to arriving and had also tried a fair amount of different drugs over the years. He knew what he liked, dammit. Still, he was curious to see who'd end up dropping out first, but he wasn't making any bets, largely because he didn't know the other people well enough. He was damn sure he could outdrink Mayhem, though. Looking to Veronica, he gave a slight frown when she decided to skip the round but gave a nod of acknowledgement before he shifted his attention to Callista.<br/><br/>Then, he snickered when she had to down her third shot. "I guess that's the disadvantage of being long lived?" Then he huffed at being called a lizard, as if offended. However, a grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, suggesting that he was simply teasing instead of being actually bothered by the statement. "<i>Excuse you</i>. I'm a lizard shaped cat. A Cazard, if you will. Lizards are cold blooded, I'm not. I'll also kick anyone who brings out a laser pointer."<br/><br/>The last sentence was more of a joke than anything. This time around, he didn't take a shot. He rarely drank enough to get himself drunk and was more inclined to ramble about Pokémon than drunk text someone. However, it also meant that he had to come up with a question. He opened his mouth, then snapped it shut before muttering, "No, that's a bad one to use." Then, Murder let out a rude snort. "Never have I ever accidentally texted nudes to someone."<br/><br/>Naturally, he was staring at Mayhem.