Shrugging, Fin slid one of the vodka shots towards Kersen, knocking back the other himself.

"Look, no hands," he said, putting down the now empty shot glass, and folding his hands neatly behind his back as he bent over and picked up the remaining shot with his mouth alone. Once he had his lips wrapped around it, the fae stood up straight and tipped his head back.

He managed not to spill a drop, and looked terribly pleased as he gingerly placed it back on the bar.

Only then did his hands fall to his sides again.

"Go on, your turn," he grinned.