Emily's POV
"Entertaining how? I can't drink, don't let them pass" Lana pats her belly but Nathan denies it.
"You must not have alcohol. Not necessarily" He looks around as if searching for divine enlightenment, then something pops into his head: "Come on, lover boy, throw that bottle away."
Without having to mention it twice, Mike shoves the beer bottle to his lips and in just a couple of seconds empties the contents down his throat without skimming or even grimacing. You could tell that this was the realm of his expertise.
"Hey, hey, easy there macho man, I'm not going to take care of them drunk again in such a short time" I warn but none of them pay much attention.
Nathan gets the empty bottle and puts it on the coffee table.
"The bottle game? Isn't that a little trite?" The brunette asks.
"I'll give you five seconds to come up with a better idea my friend" The five seconds pass and we all remain silent. "That's it, the little bottle game it is."
