Dante sat down the the others, eager to get started. He clapped for Dean winning last month, but was determined to win this time. He watched as Lyle brought out the first bottle and his nose scrunched up at the smell. He held his breath for a moment as well.<br/><br/>When the scotch was brought out he smiled. It wasn't his favorite but he liked it well enough. He drank it down easily and sighed.<br/><br/>"That's a good one."