"We only play Trivial Pursuit if it's all of us against you and if you have to take a drink every time you get something right." Courfeyrac smiles at Nerium and moves to pet the kitten. Nerium chomps at his fingers, and he pulls his hand back. Maybe teasing the kitten all evening hasn't been his brightest idea ever. He doesn't want her to think he's a chew-toy forever. "It'll give us a fighting chance of actually being in the game. Otherwise we can do Monopoly where you have to finish your drink every time you get a piece of property--shots for those of us who'll do them, something else for those who won't."