They clacked their mugs together with flashing grins.
Rizz sniffed and sipped the booze with a light hum. "Mmm… I get why you love this shit."
"Darn right, I love this shit. It takes a man to know what he wants, and to embrace it with everything he's got, no matter what the rest of society thinks of him!" Perry took a swig too, barely able to stop himself as their little game got started.
"Sounds like you and I will get along swimmingly. So I'll let you go first, old timer."
Perry dragged his chuckles through the nose on his bill, adding a peculiar, purring hum to his tone. "You're on, greensprout. I hope you can hold your own, cause I won't let you blow chunks all over my table."
"Oh, I'll be fine. Cause you'll black out before I'm buzzed."
"Oh! Those are mighty fighting words coming from a toad!"
Shaking his head, Rizz raised an eyebrow. "Drink up, old man."
"Damn. For real?" Perry sounded mad, until he put the mug to his bill and emptied it without hesitation.
