Lamb stared at the small, simple index card. Her eyes furrowed—yet she was glad it was simple, "Alright! Mmgthebird Ask; how much does Scotland like beer?"
The red-head perked his head up as he heard 'beer', his eyes narrowed, "Are ye kiddin' me?" He asked, a bushy, yet tamed brow rose, "I love me some beer! Especially whiskey!" Allistor said, grasping two bottles of whiskey in his hand.
"Okay," Lamb stared, tearing up the card, "I'll have to stop it here—or else Scotland here will start to drain his whiskey stash."
"Oi!" The Scot shouted, a frown on his face, "I have a bit of self control. . . "
"Pfft—yeah you do." Lamb said, before adding, "Alright! Thank you Mmgthebird for the question,!"
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{|} Ask Or Dare Scotland {|}
Random. . . "Lamb made m' doo this . . . " A red-headed Scot frowned, yet shrugged it away, "Anywho-all of ye is welcome ta ask oor dare m' what ever ye want!" He said, enthusiasm filling his voice like frosting on a cake, "But, nothin' inappropriate."...
