"I've got this," Edie had mumbled as she pulled herself to the middle of the room. To the Beta woman, getting to the floor was a graceful motion in which she could show off how amazingly she could handle her liquor. In reality, it was a stumbled motion that was more akin to flopping down face first on the expensive rug. She was pleased regardless, happy to have made it here. She would impress him, she was sure, though the attempt at a handstand ended up with her flat on her back. "I'm a bloody tortoise, Frost," She laughed as she kicked her legs, truly making no real effort to get herself back onto her feet. All she did was wiggle, her head turned to the side to eye the man. That he was amused by her antics only seemed to encourage her. That he smiled, even, only worked to remind her of the dare he had asked for. "I'm actually quite good at it normally. Was a gymnast for awhile, you know. Hard to do it when you turn into a little fox by the light of the moon." She giggled at herself, her guard coming down as the alcohol's affects set in. She would likely not remember any of their conversations in the morning, that was for sure.

It is her nickname for him â€" one she would decidedly never use had she been sober â€" that brings a genuine smile to the man's lips. Ah, yes. His lips. The thought of them inspired her dare, and for a brief moment she was sure he was going to pass up the opportunity. "Unless you're scaredddd." Her voice drug out teasingly, trying to spark something in the man at the sound of the sigh that left his lips. Truth or dare had always turned into this kind of game for the fox, a game she enjoyed a bit too much as a teenager. She'd had her first kiss during a game, anyways. Always the fearless one, they'd teased her in her home pack, always willing to bet dare regardless of the repercussions. She'd broken a wrist at fourteen by jumping off the roof â€" and had merely laughed through the lecture she'd received about it. She still had a scar on her left arm from the time one of the older boys in the pack had dared her to juggle knives just because they were sure that she wouldn't dare. But ah, Edie never backed down from a challenge.

"You damn well know what I mean," Edie laughed at Frost's tease, breaking her from her own thoughts. No, this wasn't her dare. Frost had to be man enough to stand up to hers, now. A smile captured on her face as he moved, coming to kneel beside her. Yes, those kisses that she'd envisioned would be real this time, and she craved the intimacy of his lips on hers. But then... no... bed time? "I'm not tired," She mumbled much like a child, kicking her legs uselessly. It was no use as he lifted her into the air as if she weighed nothing. "I'm not tired, I want to keep playing our game." By now, her words were a slurred mess, and as Frost placed her back on her feet, she swayed near violently to the left. Had his hands not been on her, she was sure she would have fallen right back to the ground. "The world is spinning. That's a cool trick, another one of your powers?"

That she is drunk â€" perhaps more so than she'd ever been â€" is wasted upon her. "You already lost," Edie argued, looking up at him. She lifted a finger easily to wag in his face, frowning at him. "You already didn't do your dare, that means you..." The young fox was given no opportunity to finish her sentence, instead rewarded with the feeling of his lips on her own. Immediately, her hands move to clutch at his shirt as if to feel that this was, in fact, real. One hand moved up, however, first resting on his neck before it tangled in the man's white haired locks. But then, just as soon as it had begun, it was over, leaving Edie breathless and, for once, entirely speechless.

"Yours," The girl spoke once she'd found her voice again, her eyes lifting to meet his in an almost vulnerable manner. Oh, how this man had found ways to get under that shell of hers so easily. Tomorrow, she'd regret it, she was sure. Though likely, tomorrow she wouldn't even remember it. "I'll pick a real bed tomorrow. Tonight, yours." She took a step back, attempting to pull him towards the stairs, though in all actuality it only resulted with her stumbling and landing on her butt. She laughed, looking up at the Alpha male that towered above her. "I don't think I can walk. Oh, hell, I'm drunk, aren't I?" She laughed once more, lifting her arms up towards him. "I may need help."