"I know," Jo acknowledged her pettiness with a cheeky wink, and watched as Connor's fingers wrappes around his glass. She propped her chin up in the palm of her hand, and grinned, the smile lingering, almost dreamy in nature as she drifted into something of an admiring stare for a moment. The way he had ran his hand over the length of his dark hair, that charming chuckle, the motion in his throat as he took his designated drink; it all mingled so well in such a pretty package that it was increasingly more difficult to blink back her gaze. Although Jo remained in control of her faculties, the liquor wasn't helping keep her in check as her eyes refused to leave him and the thought of being the tumbler he lifted to his lips crossed her mind. She reprimanded herself for that, but even still the subtle admiration glinted in her dark blue eye.<br/><br/>Shifting out of inward discomfort at her gawking, her hands moved to gather her long blonde hair to one side as she forced her sights to fall to the floor while Connor readied them for another round. It was useless though as she would be drawn back to him only to get caught in his studious stare, her heart fluttering slightly beneath the weight of it. He peered into her, and Joann wondered what he would assume of her this time, and she softly bit on the corner of her lip and smirked in nervous anticipation. Her eyes widened with a flicker, a fleeting moment of surprise at Connor's choice in direction then, but Jo couldn't stop the gentle snicker that bubbled from her quickly after as she felt the warm kiss of bashful flushing her cheeks.<br/><br/>"Right on into the good stuff, huh?" She teased, padding her fingers over to clasp her drink by its rim. Lifting it, she saluted him before slowly bringing the glass to her lips with a rather snide expression, but not bothering to hesitate in the admittance as she was sure the truth was written on her face anyway. As she lowered the glass though, Jo's eyes softly narrowed. "Never," she asked, a subtle brow arching above her stare, casting playful doubt to dance in her eyes.<br/><br/>The question seemed silly even as she felt it leave her mouth, but the coyly competitive side of her forced it out nevertheless. He wouldn't have made such a remark if it meant he had to drink too, that wasn't how the game was played, but perhaps it was a small part of her that simply wanted to hear Connor say it. Before he could even answer, a titillating chill ran up her spine. She wanted to shake the trance his company seemed to have, but Jo just could not oblige. She had a number of interesting skeletons in her closet, and she mused about which ones he might have.<br/><br/>"Okay wise guy, let's see," she forced herself back on track and reached for the bottle between them once more, topping both glasses off this time as her lips puckered thoughtfully. Unlike Connor, Joann wouldn't look at him while she contemplated, in fact she realized she was practically avoiding it until she spoke again. "Never have I ever, been caught," her eyes finally cut towards him then, a snarky smirk curling into her cheek as she found a way to entertain herself. If he drank, that would surly be a story she was interested in hearing.