Play With Fire

Chapter 5

"Wow, I really like this bar," Bison tells Kant. "The vibe is so great."

Kant agrees. He has been coming to the White Rabbit since he was a teen. Besides the bowling alley it's probably his favorite place to come to relax. However, this place has one advantage that the bowling alley doesn't, his friend P'Cheri owns it. Besides Style, P'Cheri is the only person that knows that Kant occasionally works as a police informant. What's more, because Kant had helped the police arrest the drug dealer that was responsible for her sister's death, P'Cheri sometimes helps him out with operations.

"I knew you would like it." Kant says with a smile. He looks over to the bar where P'Cheri is watching the two of them and gives her the signal. She brings over a tray of shots. To the casual observer every glass on the tray looks and tastes the same. However, Kant can easily tell the difference.

Kant waves towards the tray of glasses. "Try this, it's the house special. My friend makes it herself." Then he seems to hesitate. "Although it's very strong, are you sure you can handle it?"

"Handle it? You don't know me very well yet." Bison answers back pertly.

"Are you just saying that? You look like such a baby. Maybe I should call P'Cheri back and ask for a milkshake instead." Kant's voice drips with challenge.

Bison doesn't miss that. "Are you daring me? Let's see who is able to walk away at the end of the night."

"Then if you are sure, let's play a game." Kant suggests.

Bison raises an eyebrow at that. "What sort of game?"

"A drinking game of course." He casually spins around the tray of drinks, careful not to spill any. "Start at one corner and meet in the center. The person that drinks the most without passing out wins."

"What do I win?" Bison asks.

"What do you want?" Kant is genuinely curious what the omega wants, although the way the game is rigged, he doesn't have a chance to win.

"If I win, I will teach you something new." Bison smirks. "I guarantee you will like it."

Kant wonders what he means by that. "Deal, and if I win, we get to do what we did that night. We'll have to go to your house though, Babe has a house full of teenagers over watching movies tonight."

Bison hesitates, so Kant doubles down, "Unless you are scared."

"Fine," Bison picks up the first glass and downs it. Kant does the same from his side.

By the time they finish the tray Bison is swaying in his seat, while Kant is only putting on an act of being drunk.

"Are you okay?" Kant asks him.

"It takes more than this to get to me," Bison brags.

"Then, ready for another round?" He waves P'Cheri over who brings another tray of shot glasses and sits it down in front of them. "Why don't we make this more interesting with a game?"

"What, like truth or dare? Or maybe never have I ever?" Bison blinks at him as if trying to bring Kant into focus.

"Hmm yes, never have I ever, let's do that one. There are ten shots so we each only get ten questions. " Kant says. "You can go first."

Bison considers, then says, "Never have I ever been out of the country."

Kant grabs a shot glass and drinks. Then it's his turn, "Never have I ever lived near the ocean."

Bison's eyes narrow at that, "That's cheating, I told you I lived near the ocean when I was young."

Kant gives him an innocent smile and a shrug, "Did you? I can't remember." He lies.