He rolled his eyes at the dramatics waving a hand. "Like you need my praise, you don't actually care for it. Besides, it's just a sorority party. What's the point of showing off?" He took another drink. It was pretty good whisky.

"Sure, but why would you expect to get praised by me?" He raised an eyebrow, wearing an amused smirk. "Unless you just want to hear me say you did a good job, in which case you could just ask." He shot them a wink before taking another sip. "The need for praise is overrated."

"So rude!" He scoffed in mock offense, resting his hand on his chest. "Whatever did I do to you, hm? I thought we agreed to be friends," he hummed in amusement. Sipping the last of his drink, he slid it to the other side of the bar in a wordless request for more.

"What a ridiculous thing to do. I feel like you're going to fall over before you vomit."

"Because you'll... get dizzy? Did the spinning fry your brain, or were you always this stupid?"