[ where shepard sips, juno is not so casual about it, downing a mouthful of the glass as she speaks, eye twitching just a hair at the mention of strip poker. he's not losing his clothes at some idiotic card game, mostly because he's a shitty gambler and partially because it strikes a not-so-pleasant chord within him. ]

Breaking arms sounds means you gotta pin me down long enough to snap 'em. That's not a challenge enough for you?

[ way better than the defeat of an arm wrestling match. which juno isn't so sure he'll come out on top of. shepard's got arms for days, like seriously, it's basically unfair to challenge him to an arm wrestling match because she totally knows she's going to win. totally knows it. the suggestion has him scowling just a little bit against the lights.

still.

it's a challenge. and stepping up to one is in juno's blood. fuck that. ]

Fine. [ more whiskey. we're doing this. ] You win, I wear your dumb onesie and if I win you [ a vague wave of the hand ] burn that thing.