Jamie picks up the bottle. It looks huge to him now that it's actually in his hands and he's facing the task of ingesting all of it. He knows he's not going to be able to do it - three guys who are all older and bigger than him have dropped out already, there's no way Jamie is going to pull this off.
Still, he has to try. Gotta back up all his big talk with something.
Hiding his apprehension, he opens the bottle, brings it to his mouth, tips it back. It's strong and he has to fight the urge to stop drinking. He has to pause for breath every few swallows, but he dutifully keeps chugging away, aware of everyone's eyes on him, waiting for him to chicken out. He starts feeling light-headed, but he can't tell if the liquor's actually taking effect or he's just psyching himself out.
Finally he's had all he can take, and he lowers the bottle - and he realizes there's only a little bit left. If he pusses out now he'll really look bad. It's just a couple of swallows, he can totally do this, even if his stomach is begging him not to. He licks his lips, shoots a glance at Squalo, and chugs the rest before he can talk himself out of it. Slams the bottle down on the table. Wipes his mouth.
"Woo." That is the most underwhelming victory cry in the history of Tera, but he did it. He has brought his liver that much closer to death.
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Jamie picks up the bottle. It looks huge to him now that it's actually in his hands and he's facing the task of ingesting all of it. He knows he's not going to be able to do it - three guys who are all older and bigger than him have dropped out already, there's no way Jamie is going to pull this off.
Still, he has to try. Gotta back up all his big talk with something.
Hiding his apprehension, he opens the bottle, brings it to his mouth, tips it back. It's strong and he has to fight the urge to stop drinking. He has to pause for breath every few swallows, but he dutifully keeps chugging away, aware of everyone's eyes on him, waiting for him to chicken out. He starts feeling light-headed, but he can't tell if the liquor's actually taking effect or he's just psyching himself out.
Finally he's had all he can take, and he lowers the bottle - and he realizes there's only a little bit left. If he pusses out now he'll really look bad. It's just a couple of swallows, he can totally do this, even if his stomach is begging him not to. He licks his lips, shoots a glance at Squalo, and chugs the rest before he can talk himself out of it. Slams the bottle down on the table. Wipes his mouth.
"Woo." That is the most underwhelming victory cry in the history of Tera, but he did it.
He has brought his liver that much closer to death.