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The liquid burned his throat, but it brought with it the refreshing knowledge that he was not completely drunk yet. Zoe's laughter seemed echoey, and she was a little blurry, but he was still sober enough to feel the burn of the St. Albans Rum.

"Ha!" he said.

"What are you on about now?" she asked, laughing again and touching his arm from across the table.

"You're losing." he said with a boyish grin.

"I'm losing?" she asked, laughing harder. "How do you figure?"

"See? I already have you under my spell." he said, grinning again, "I have you all a flutter with my manly charm." he said manly in fake deep voice. "You, my dear Baobei, are losing because I am... winning." he said, grinning even wider.

She giggled louder, "Oh, you must be winning, your logic is so solid and surefire." she teased. The rum had made her lightheaded and doing something such as giggling didn't seem so uncharacteristic to her anymore. However, she had certainly had less than the man across the table from her.

"Oh yeah!" he said, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably, dissolving into a laugh. "Well, let's see your roll and we'll see who's winnin'!"

She laughed again and scooped up the dice. She closed her eyes and threw them across the board. "Ha!" she said, "Drink up, drink up. Zoe rolled a six, Wash has got to drink!" she said sitting back with laughter on her face.

Wash glared at her in what he thought was a menacing way, but it really looked like cute frustration, causing her to giggle again. He grabbed the bottle of rum and laughed at her. Pouring a shot, he said, "You just wait, Baobei. I'm still in this. I will win!" he said matter of factly, holding up his finger in an important way, making an important face. She just laughed harder as he dutifully drank the shot. It didn't burn so much this time, "You laugh now, but you will be amazed at my winnage. Winnage? Is that a word? N