He kind of wants to ask for water, except oh yeah, there's not any water to be had right now.

"You don't sound very sorry," he accuses, betrayal in his eyes before he coughs again. He swears he can still feel it burning all the way down to his stomach.

He hands her his shot glass before rubbing his hands over his face, making a disgusted expression. "Augh. Okay, you have to let me try again, I know what I'm expecting now."'

How quickly he forgot they're matching shot for shot.