"If you drink to my satisfaction, I'll consider it."

"I'll drink! Even ten shots if you want!"

William stood up and walked to the bar. "I'll mix the drinks myself. Want to try?"

Sophia followed, feeling nervous. "It's my honor to drink anything you mix."

Her eyes followed William, noticing all the hard liquors—vodka, brandy—each one lethal.

William casually grabbed three glasses and opened the vodka, filling all three to the brim.

Sophia cursed ...