“y’ur not gonna get any pointers if you stand that far, darlin’.”

you scowl and toss another ring, not to anyone’s surprise it doesn’t make it around the bottle. “stop jinxing me.”

“I’m not, just sayin’.” percy holds his hands up in mock defense.

oh how you hate his thick southern accent.

“well I don’t care. I’m drunk, these aren’t going to be accurate.”

“then why have I gotten nine?”

you throw the ring at percy instead. “because you’re cheating!”

“I’m not cheatin’, I swear it to you. I just didn’t down three bottles a’whiskey in an hour.”