-he adjusted his collar-

-he scoffed- “basic bitch~”

-he leaned back-

(Low key wanted to make Caztin say “I don’t”-))

-Caztin looked at Ryan-
“Then how about you big man, how you like ya women”

-he smiles- “but...” -he leans forwards- “Small and round”
-he took a shot, just to take one-

-he leaned backwards, his drinks were already getting to him-
“Mmmmm” he thought- “ I could care less”

-he messed hit his lip piercing a bit-

“Go on, you go, I’m simply the host”

“You can go first ya drunk cunt” -he smiled, and set the shots in a line-

Now GHT!

(Love the pan flag too))

“We ask questions, they can be anything, no matter how embarrassing”
-he took another shot- “if you don’t wanna answer, take a shot. Get it?”

-he laughed, his face slightly red from the cotton tail remark- “shut up and shit down you drunk bastard”

-he took another shot-

“Let’s play a game then”

-he smiled,he could feel a slight buzz now-

-he rolled his eyes, and did maybe 5 shots of pure vodka, slinging them each down, the. Returned to the conversation-

“Oh really now?”

-he looked at Ryan, then away, his big ol’ fluffy tail peaked over the table-

-Caztin motioned a waiter over, and basically got shot after shot, it all going on his own tab-

YEEEEEEE

-he smiled, and snapped at Ryan (like when dogs snap at people- they bite but not really-)

“Your one to talk-“
- he cut himself off before saying shawty, he was hanging around his work friends too long-

-he nodded, and drank some more-