Brad leaned in closer, almost whispering. "But you are sitting here with me at the bar, ordering a drink, so it seems to me you do drink. Besides this is just a little one, and you just have to drink it. I ordered them in your honor."

"Well, thanks, but why in my honor. I am rooting for UNC." She said, trying to find a way to gracefully refuse the shot.

"But you're wearing red, so I figured you might be willing to root for our team if I bought you a drink." Brad said, his eyes still roaming over her body as he held the shot glass before Lil....