"Okay, like, gross." She deems this fate, feeling markedly tipsier, but unwilling to stop now that they'd started. She's having fun. The big knife of competition and resentment that's usually hanging over the two of them has decided to say gay rights and peace out, apparently. She feels, finally and actually, at truce. For now.

"If they do that, can you please play a big powerpoint of all the girls I've ever slept with at my eulogy? I'd do it for you."

To solidify this very sacred promise, she nudges a choice of either the blue or indigo shots towards him.