Drink or Dare

"Your priorities as a child concern me," she said through gritted teeth, suddenly wishing she'd drank more. A lot more. Maybe then she'd feel that pleasant, strange warmth that seemed to give wolves courage (or was it stupidity?) when they were drunk. After all, too much drink had led Rhyme and Shaye into bed, and they were cousins. Now she needed to drink more to forget about her sisters' origin story. "I didn't think... balls... came in many sizes," Theory sputtered. "At least, the literal kind. Alright - I need to drink." This conversation was getting ridiculous. Theo dove for the bottle and took a few healthy swigs until she dropped the bottle, sputtering a bit at the taste. Sparrow stood nose to nose with her, daring her to pee like a man. "This is worse than a pack challenge. I hate this," she declared, glaring at Sparrow. At the same time, she couldn't help but smile. Her cousin had the magical ability to never, ever give a shit. It unlocked a pure joy in her that she thought she'd left behind long ago, when she was made alpha and had to put away the games and fun of unburdened youth. "Okay, okay, okay!" She screwed up her eyes tight. "I can't see you so you're obviously not there!" Theory lifted her leg, stumbling a little bit, then finally managed to pee. "I didn't hear you pee!" she yelled, eyes still closed. "I win, I win!"