There was definitely not going to be a set winner. Unless winning meant no hangover in the morning. Then Cait would be a winner. But you're right. It really doesn't matter who wins.
"I think it was more than five. But I'm not...sure." She stared at the bottles as if they would suddenly tell her how much she'd had already. It was definitely enough to get her feeling a little tingly. "Yes, yes. Let's switch booze. Please. Before my tongue falls off."