Drinking Contest → Gabe & Jason

Jason had reluctantly agreed to partake in a sort of ‘drinking contest’ with Gabe, the french dude. Jason knew going into it that he was going to lose. Look at him, he’s little as hell and he’s only 18 years old, there’s no way that he could out drink anybody. But nonetheless, even if he won or lost, he still got in to Gabe’s pants, and that was the plan. Slipping on a pair of black tight skinny jeans, a white wool sweater, and a green beanie. He walked out into the main part of his house, grabbed a bottle of water, and waited for the honk from his car. Within a few moments of waiting, the aforementioned honk shot through the sky. Grabbing his keys he made his way out into the streets of New York, climbing into the car. Pulling out his phone, Jason randomly perused through Twitter until the car came to a stop. Making his way to Gabe’s front door, he knocked on it lightly a few times, and fell back on his heels waiting for the door to open. Gabe swung the door open and moved slightly to the side so Jason could slide in. “Ready to lose?” Jason asked with a smirk as he walked into the room.