"Been there. Think I still have one foot in that door, actually."

There's only one shot left, but between them they've easily won, and one of the women in the bridal party downs the final glass.

"Think I've had my fill of games for now. How about a real drink, something a little less...chaotic? A bottle of something on the porch?" That way, they can make it inside before the doors lock. Alcohol and snow and moonlight seem nice. "No pressure, but I think it'd be better with company."