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Shiloh accepted the drink graciously, though he only took a sip of it for now, still quite aware of the effects alcohol had on him. He planned to relax with them all, certainly, but a little more slowly this time, and hopefully a little less touchy. This trend of alcohol and Ian in too tight costumes in the same room was beginning to feel all too familiar.

“I’m not sure you could promise anything that would make the possibility of losing worth it,” he turned to Finn with a laugh, and a shake of his head. That train of thinking was further cemented by Jack crashing through the door, looking entirely irate at the lot of them.

Taking such a bet himself would be even worse, because while Ian and Finn clearly filled out and over their costumes, Shiloh worried that they would fit entirely too well. No, he decided firmly, as he took another swig of his glass, all bets with Finn were off.

“It’s, uh, nice to see you,” Shiloh managed to eek out to Jack before his resolve to be nice broke, and the hand covering his mouth did nothing to stifle the laughter that followed. He nearly teetered off of his chair, catching himself at the last moment and composing himself just long enough to say something else.

“It looks like you got into a fist fight with a bedazzler. What the hell did you bet on?”