"Oh, I knew it! Such an evil master plan that it could only be considered as such." He offered a low snicker, smiling widely towards the wordplay that the two of them had been fencing with. There hadn't been any personal issue with the suggestions she'd made either, time invested in a bit of gameplay could help to release a lot of stress through the week or month. Something to look forward towards after dealing with a rough week or even just having that one day that made the week tank entirely. "Work is important, can't leave it a half done job before you head out, right?" At least he felt that way when it came to professions that made their focus the care of others.
"It's kind of funny, isn't it? I mean, all that they have towards imagination and creativity. . . And they can't even expand more on sports." From one end of the scope it almost felt near gladiatorial. The Wizarding version of the 'Arena' by pitting those that would risk their bodies and safety for the benefit of others entertainment. There'd been plenty of people that enjoyed the hard hits rather than the sportsmanship that the game seemed to bring about in others. "Ahahaha, I think he'll need it more than me. At best they're trying to paw to find out where he is!"
"I don't think that hinges on pulling a Titanic moment." His reclined, lips parting with a humorous laughter. Her following question throwing him off only slightly; pressed his elbows up onto the edge of the table and leaned in while his head tilted towards the side. A ever blooming smile flashed with pearly teeth and a smooth hum. "Do you think I am handsome?" His voices accent shifted, adding an almost Russian inflection towards it. Maybe it'd been the alcohol slowly taking effect that made him respond in his own jested way.
Cole had planned to compliment Liv on her speedy retrieval of the drink until her next dare for him had been issued. Eyes squinted as he stared towards her with a somewhat pouty expression. "Look at you, trying to prove a point here. . ." He only had to get their numbers, right? The premise of it didn't really matter as long as he could manage it. He pressed both of his hands against the table to stand up and waddled his way towards the table, opting not to just sit down like some form of creeper. Instead, he decided to spark up a conversation as if they'd all went to the same school, following it up with an apologetic remark and asking if he could sit with them for a moment. "Oh, really? You're all part of a Theater program? Well I can't miss that, I admit, I'm a sucker for the stage. Do you mind if we exchange numbers? You can always shoot me the listing dates."
After a few more minutes had passed he stood back up and saw the trio out before returning back to his seat across from Liv and taking two of the shot glasses to the face with a heavy huff. "Whew. Alright, I see we're upping the stakes here!" He laughed, but he knew how to win this time if she really wanted to step up the game. His gaze leveling with hers, a gloss of 'prepared' mischievousness twinkling within his eyes. He couldn't ask her to get some persons number, that would've far too easy for her to accomplish and he knew that. "I dare you to kiss me."
The way he spoke showed a sense of certainty that she'd backdown and lose the game. "Oh, and by the way, after you take your three drinks? I'll take up another dare."