Rec Room: Trent & Adrian & Open
As the rounds went on, Adrian's goal had changed from 'win it all' to 'don't puke'. He was still managing to win, was was trying to take the rounds as slow as possible, unlike how he'd started out.
As his final opponent sat in front of him, Adrian sized him up and had a sinking feeling about all this. He was glad he was still sitting, since he wasn't sure how well he'd walk at the moment. As it was there was a slight swaying to his movements and his head was all kinds of fuzzy feeling.
He took his first shot to the sound of cheering. With the next couple, the crowd became silent until they were sure he'd downed it and it was staying down. Adrian felt done. He looked at the other guy, who was rosy-faced and pretty blitzed too, but the fae thought he'd probably keep going a while.
Resting his cheek on his hand, he looked over at their ref, telling Trent, "Okay, okay, I give. Not gonna drink till I barf." The crowd got loud, several people congratulating the winner, others starting to laugh at Adrian's fate, a bit worse than the other losers.