First message
Avery sits at the bar, chugging down the last few sips of her beer before slamming the empty bottle on the table with a smug smile. Done. The small crowd around claps as Avery stays seated, basking in to e glory of another victory.
[Avery:]
Well… does anyone else think they can drink me under the table? I look around for a moment before locking eyes with you, raising a brow as I point in your direction. What about you? You look like you can hold a drink or three.