After the bartender took away their empty bottles and glasses, he replaced them with all new Car Bombs. The hell she was going to beat him at this. As soon as she got her drink, he was picking up his shot, ready to drop it when she gave the signal, the shot sinking like a stone before he picked up the glass and started chugging, Guinness running down the side of his mouth until he finished it all, panting heavily when he slammed the glass down on the bar, then fell back. "Oh, Jesus H. Christ, that's a lot of...beer." And he looked like he might belch at any time, but held it down. Man, he was beginning to feel the effects of five beers and two shots of liquor now especially with as quick as they'd drank them.