All the tiny fox needed for encouragement was Frost's admittance that he was considering the proposal that she'd presented him with. The Beta girl was always up for a challenge, and if Frost was playing difficult, then that only made the chase that much more delightful and fun. It was that that fueled her actions, causing her to take that frosted shot glass and hold it between her fingers. It is his grin â€" that crooked, playful grin â€" that caused her to place herself on the lounge with her body pressed up against his. It wasn't like Edie to pass up a challenge, nor was the girl afraid to move to get what she wanted. It seemed to be rewarded with that small smirk on her Alpha's lips â€" one that she would have missed had she not been paying such crucial attention to every movement the Alpha male made.

Edie wasted no time in declaring her dare, downing the first shot without even a trace of hesitation. After all, one shot wouldn't kill her. The were was decidedly overestimating what she could handle tonight, though she wouldn't dare admit that to herself. She'd never had the Brevinnin before, never even heard of it, so she had no idea of its intoxicating properties. When the stallion in front of her filled that shot glass once again, Edie merely rolled her eyes at his words before downing that one as well. Two shots of Brevinnin wouldn't affect her, that much she was sure of. After all, she knew her limits, or at least thought she did.

"Sub par, hm?" Edie attempted to keep her words cool, though that trace of irritation crept into her voice at the accusation. Her shot glass moved to rest on the couch beside them, her body moving in closer towards him. "I'd like to see you do bet..."

The words slipped to a halt on her lips, the word he spoke one that the British girl didn't recognize. "What did you call me?" She asked immediately, though she was given no answer as she is brought into his lap. A smirk drew onto her features at his touch, offering him no resistance to the kiss he offered her. Instead, the girl moved to kiss him readily in return, drawing herself in closer at the heated touches on her sides and hips and lower... please. The warmth of his power only seemed to intensify the sensation of being touched. The girl immediately wanted more, craved more, needed more.

And then...

And then the sensation faded in a crash of cold skin and sudden realization that she had not moved at all, that none of the sensation that had seemed to erupt within her had even happened. It caused the girl to blink emerald eyes at him for a moment, a scowl working its way onto her features. That she had been fooled so easily was infuriating. What was worse, of course, was the way that his illusionary touch had only worked to make her crave him. Still, she shook her head at his tease, those emerald eyes of hers meting his fearlessly.

"Hardly."

The jab hardly seems to bother the man. Edie's gaze follows him as he gets up and goes into the kitchen. It is only once he's out of sight that the girl let's out a frustrated sigh. The illusion had certainly rattled her. His touch â€" even imaginary â€" had drawn pleasure from her. And even though none of it had been real, the girl was certainly left breathless by that kiss.

She was spared from her thoughts by the return of the white haired man. She simply raised an eyebrow to the objects he held in his hand. Cinnamon? "Are we five?" She commented. When she'd consented to the game, she'd expected more of a challenge than eating a spoonful of cinnamon. That she had no idea that it would be challenging was clear by the way she picked up the once again full shot glass and downed it, putting the shot glass in Frost's hand before she picked up the spoon and jar of cinnamon.

"Truth? You bloody coward," She teased him lightly, the full extent of her English accent certainly present with the alcohol taking hold of her. She took the lid off the jar, grabbing a spoonful of the brown powder before she stuck it decidedly in her mouth. This would be easy. Or... or so she thought.

Immediately, the small fox understood why Frost had chosen the challenge that he had. Her mouth felt rather like she'd licked a burning sandbox, every ounce of saliva seeming to have evaporated all at once. She attempted to swallow it, the sensation reasonably akin to gagging. Immediately, the girl tried to take a breath, a puff of cinnamon escaping from her mouth. That alone was enough to cause the fox to let out a loud laugh, the remaining cinnamon spilling from her mouth and onto the couch between them. If it weren't for the swirling thoughts in her head â€" a side effect from the Brevinnin, undoubtedly â€" she would have likely been more embarrassed about the situation. As it was, she merely needed to get something into her mouth to rid the taste of cinnamon. Without a moment's hesitation, she took the bottle of Brevinnin from Frost's hands, taking a long drink straight from the bottle before she handed it back to him.

In the burning sensation of the cinnamon and the rapid effects of the alcohol taking hold of her, she'd forgotten entirely about asking him a question for his truth or that it was no longer her turn. After she wiped the remaining cinnamon from her face â€" it would likely stick to the inside of her mouth for awhile â€" she looked up at him with a smirk.

"I still choose dare. I'm not bloody afraid," The words were slightly slurred, her Yorkshire accent in full force. She reached out, putting her hand on his knee as she leaned forward, a giggle on her lips. "Go ahead, then."

That the girl was in entirely over her head she refused to admit â€" or hell, even see â€" and it would be an interesting night after all.