[url=https://youtu.be/TtvL9t74v80]“Looks like you don’t have to shotgun another, but don’t forget that the bitch cup doesn’t count on the first throw. Nice toss though, toss me one of those while you're at it?"[/url]

Henry hissed dramatically at Elle's snipe, raising his arm up and resting the back of his palm against his head, leaning back as if he had been struck by some mortal wound. [b]"Elle, you wound me!"[/b] he bellowed, his voice deep enough to just about [i]vibrate[/i] those in close proximity to him. He dropped his pose with a cheeky smile and whistled as Elle took her drink and threw at the same time, his size and bravado raising the some energy from the slowly gathering crowd around them to cheer her on. While Elle had missed, more than a few people in the crowd were now chanting for Daniella to slay the Goliath. Miss or not, to him hitting the table was something in itself. The fact that she was making a show of it was just a turn on.

[b]"Dude honestly, I'm just glad I made it. I'm terrible at beer pong. And darts. Just seemed like you were itching for a game."[/b] he replied, his eyes moving away from Elle's and to the beers for two reasons: He didn't really want to catch her gaze, afraid of whatever response she might have. Elle would almost certainly know what he meant since they locked eyes. She could get out of almost any situation she wanted to, they both knew that, so the last thing he wanted to insinuate was that she couldn't take care of herself. It wasn't what he meant, but he realized not a moment after the words left his mouth that they could come off wrong. Elle was as savvy as she was capable as [sub]she was clever[/sub][sub][sub] as she was attractive as-[/sub][/sub]

Henry caught himself lacking, and quickly reined himself in. She had asked for a beer and she would receive, mark his words. He leaned down to reach the cooler and fish out two more beers- one for himself and the other for Elle-, catching Willow's ghostly appearance as she materialized close to them. He smiled and waved to her as he stood up again in acknowledgement but did not grab a third for her, as far as he knew Willow didn't drink. Nevertheless he was a hero tonight, so there was no shame in not showing off a tad. He focused on his arm as he curled the his arm up, producing an impressive bicep for the crowd as he did so. This rioted more of the young meatheaded men spectating than it did anyone else, but he'd take what he could get. Henry released one of the beers from his hand, lowering his forearm as the beer began rolling down the length of his arm, and straightened it suddenly as it reached the crook. The sudden jolt sprung the beer across the table in a neat arc to Elle with surprising dexterity- she had said toss after all! Beers were a lot easier for him to work with than ping pong balls- they were much larger and had a little weight to them which made them easier to manipulate. That and he'd been around them a lot more.

Henry punched a hole into his own beer's hull at two different points with his thumb and index claw and quickly drank it's contents. To anyone else he'd be going... maybe a bit fast, but whenever he hosted a party he basically carried a keg-backpack around for himself. He weighed as much as a horse, a twelve-pack in ten minutes was going to buzz him on his worst day. He crumpled the metal and leaned away to toss it in a conveniently placed trash can. He looked back to the table expectantly, waiting for Elle to take her turn, then realized she [i]just had[/i].

[b]"Oh, fuck."[/b] He strummed, his head whipping around to wherever to ball had been rolled off to. He took a step back and [i]felt[/i] the tiny pop what could be nothing else but the ball itself under his foot. [sub][b]"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck."[/b][/sub], he lamented, realizing the he had just crushed the damn game under his goofy booted foot. They had slapped it down on him the day after the golem to take the weight off the fracture so it'd heal quicker, but damnit all it was inconvenient at times like this. [b]"Hey can we get another b-"[/b] he called out, his sentence cut short by someone throwing a sack of ping-pong balls that Chad had no doubt pre-purchased before the party knowing full well some would probably be crushed, or burnt up, or eaten, or... something. One could never tell in this town. [b]"Thanks!"[/b] he called out, fishing out a single ball with his claws and attempting to throw it. Unfortunately, his thumb claw slipped off the rounded edge at the last minute. Normally the pressure would just puncture it or something, but no, this was so much worse. The ball was released halfway through the throw, resulting in a distinct lack of power and a single ball falling into one of his own two cups [i]right in front of him[/i].

Henry marveled at his failure for but a second, and then wheezed with laughter, bringing his hand up to cover his eyes as he did. He fished out another beer and cave-man'd it, and then rolled the ball over to Elle, lest he sink another of his own cups again. At least it was funny.