Two shots in and Stiles feels okay. Feels, because the alcohol has yet to hit him beyond a fuzzy warmth in his stomach. It's coming, York, just wait for it.
Still, he's a little overexaggerated when he answers her.
"I'm feeling fine! How strong is this stuff supposed to be, anyway, what's the proof," he points at the bottle, squinting at it a little disbelievingly. Then he looks at York pouring the third round of shots and smiles.
"Aw yes, one more shot. My nasal cavities aren't clean yet."
This time, it's obvious that although he feels 'fine' he's not exactly sober. He gets a little more salt on the bar than he does on the wet patch of his hand. Still, he scoops up a lemon wedge and the third shot, and isn't waiting for York when he takes this one.
It's still not smooth, and he actually doesn't take the whole shot - there's a little bit left at the bottom of the glass. He also forgot to lick the salt off, so he swallows with his eyebrows drawn together and then bites down on the lemon wedge.
"Ugh. Okay, so clearly there's a salty and bitter thing going on, but that was just bitter," he says, feeling a lot more warm and pleasantly buzzed. Three shots in less than an hour for a teenager is a lot. He rubs his cheeks with his hands, a little ruddy-faced.
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Still, he's a little overexaggerated when he answers her.
"I'm feeling fine! How strong is this stuff supposed to be, anyway, what's the proof," he points at the bottle, squinting at it a little disbelievingly. Then he looks at York pouring the third round of shots and smiles.
"Aw yes, one more shot. My nasal cavities aren't clean yet."
This time, it's obvious that although he feels 'fine' he's not exactly sober. He gets a little more salt on the bar than he does on the wet patch of his hand. Still, he scoops up a lemon wedge and the third shot, and isn't waiting for York when he takes this one.
It's still not smooth, and he actually doesn't take the whole shot - there's a little bit left at the bottom of the glass. He also forgot to lick the salt off, so he swallows with his eyebrows drawn together and then bites down on the lemon wedge.
"Ugh. Okay, so clearly there's a salty and bitter thing going on, but that was just bitter," he says, feeling a lot more warm and pleasantly buzzed. Three shots in less than an hour for a teenager is a lot. He rubs his cheeks with his hands, a little ruddy-faced.