Not bad for a couple of ex-beer-pong-veterans on their shaky first attempt in ages. “A’right, a’right.” Luke accepts his drink with minimal fuss and tosses his head back, draining the beer in one too-easy draught. He dries his chin with a swipe of his hand before pitching the cup in a neat arc into a nearby trashcan. It's not hard to remember how ridiculously addictive this could be, his pulse quick in his throat and his limbered-up fingers itching to play. He feels younger, lighter.
“You know I got plenty a' rounds left in me…” Luke's brows push together, worry gradually flattening his smile. “…but it might be too risky ‘less we can find some punch or somethin’.” If any is available. His mouth skews at the idea. “Jus’ ain’t beer pong without the booze.”
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Not bad for a couple of ex-beer-pong-veterans on their shaky first attempt in ages. “A’right, a’right.” Luke accepts his drink with minimal fuss and tosses his head back, draining the beer in one too-easy draught. He dries his chin with a swipe of his hand before pitching the cup in a neat arc into a nearby trashcan. It's not hard to remember how ridiculously addictive this could be, his pulse quick in his throat and his limbered-up fingers itching to play. He feels younger, lighter.
“You know I got plenty a' rounds left in me…” Luke's brows push together, worry gradually flattening his smile. “…but it might be too risky ‘less we can find some punch or somethin’.” If any is available. His mouth skews at the idea. “Jus’ ain’t beer pong without the booze.”