A game

Now that you have Brooke's attention, you grab several shot glasses and pour the contents of the bottle between them. Brooke looks on with interest, and topping off the final glass you turn to her. "Okay, we are going to play a little game. There is a deck of cards on that table behind you," you say, gesturing at one of the tables. "Ever play 'War'?"

"No, I don't play cards," Brooke replies, intrigued.

"It is just luck," you smile. "We split the deck in half and each take a stack. Then we each flip over the top card, and whoever has the highest value wins. If it's a tie, we will flip over cards until someone wins. Oh, and for this," you gesture to the twelve shot glasses you filled, "if you lose, you drink. We play until they are gone."

"You really want to get fucked up, don't you?" Brooke laughs.

"Free booze, sis!"

"At your age, I guess that's important," she smirks.

"Enough stalling," you counter. "You in?"