"Oh,"

Ele said in surprise, her eyes landing on the suggestive drink. Looking around, Ele searched the bar until she saw Amber grinning at her from the bar. Making a face at her, Ele defiantly put her hands behind her back and bent over the shooter glass, fitting her mouth over the rim and tossing her head back to down the shot.

Setting the glass back down to applause, Ele looked at Tyler,

"Yeah, I've had a Manhattan. I prefer Long Island." 

She shrugged and took a sip of her iced tea. Ele was well on her way to being three sheets to the wind, but she didn't care.