[She smiles over at him as Rumlow heads her way, hands in his pockets, and she shrugs her shoulders at his explanation for why he's a bad choice. Maybe they don't win, and she's fine with that, but it at least seems like a fun game to play for a while.]

Oh, I wouldn't stress it too much. Not like I know my way around these particular types much myself. Mostly been taste-testing and trying to figure it out that way.

[She lets him try it, though laughs a little bit playfully at his expression. Well, she knew it needed work, but she hadn't thought it was that bad. She considers for a moment, then picks up a shotglass near a deep purple bottle and holds it out in his direction.]

No limes that I've seen, but this is sort of citrusy. You think it might work?

[If Rumlow had wondered about that faint flush, it was clearly in the pursuit of experimentation. She wasn't drunk by any means, but just a slight bit tipsy, enough to make her a bit more openly full of bright smiles than she usually was.]

If we win, drinks are free for the night. Though, I mostly just thought it'd be fun. Even if I do like winning.