Amos raised an eyebrow at the challenge, surprised Alex would even make it first. Of the three of them, Amos was the one to care the least about this kind of stuff, but maybe the alcohol had got to Alex enough that he had lowered inhibitions.

“Of all the things I own, this shirt on my back is probably the one I’m least attached to, so I’ll definitely play along.”

It’s easy for him to say that, to play along. It didn’t really mean anything to him.

“Not much of a challenge, really.”