Claire, already knowing the vampire would cave, was planning her stratagy for the bet. By about the fifth shot of...he'd grabbed whiskey. She'd start acting a little tipsy, a little behind how actually tipsy the guy she faced was. She wasn't about to show her hand. She just had a really high tolerance. It wasn't that her liver automaticly and quickly shut down the intrusive alcohol before she could feel the effects of it all.
"Fine" she told him deciding not to mention he'd grabbed the whiskey himself. She was so not paying for that.
She waited till he'd made the deal with the group and they all sat around. Oh it was gonna be all of them.
The first round was poured and Claire toasted and downed the shot glass. And the second, and the third, and the fourth. And while she still found herself perfectly healthy and sober after four one of the competitors, the human, had gone a little green