Mayhem nudged Murder as he stated his question, indignantly huffing at the taller man. "You're<i>welcome</i>. You said it was the best present you'd ever gotten, you brat." Following the same procedure, he scrunched his nose. This obviously meant war, and Mayhem was out for blood.<br/><br/>Hearing Bella's question, he sighed heavily, tossing back another shot and biting the lime before speaking. "I'm stoned as shit right now, so yeah." Waving toward the bartender, Mayhem indicated he needed more tequila shots, and the man nodded in response. Smiling back in acknowledgement, he turned back to the group, preparing more salt on his hand.<br/><br/>Veronica passed for the round, and he stuck his tongue out at her. "You're no fun. The point is to get drunk together. It's called team building." A smile hinted at the corners of his mouth, reflecting the joking tone to his voice.<br/><br/>Calista's question earned a startled expression, and Mayhem broke out in laughter. "Wow and I thought<i>I</i>was targeting someone. Rude." Snorting, he grinned at the woman.<br/><br/>It was his turn once more, and the waiter delivered another tray of shots to him. Mayhem thanked him with a flirty smile, pulling the tray closer. Tapping his lower lip with his forefinger, he looked up in thought, salt sparkling slightly on his hand in the dim light. "Okay, here's a good one. Never have I ever drunk texted an ex." Leaning into Murder, he grabbed one of his lime slices from prior shots, sucking on it as he waited to see the next round of reactions.