Clary: *nods* okay. So like this? *throws knife after a minute, getting Darren in his thigh.* oops... *laughs a little before whispering* I may have meant that on purpose. But it's your turn.

Alex: *turns their seats so there is a view of both* problem solved.

Drake: *chuckles* I hold my own.

Billie: *nods* three two one go!

Billie amd Drake: *down their drinks*

Drake: what are we drinking?

Billie: bullet whiskey.

Adrian shut the door for thay reason.

Yes he does. Ha ha.

Darren: this is so unfair