Riven gulped, nervous of what was to come. Singed, the bartender happily gave each of us our drinks. It was a drinking competition. Rules? There were a few. For starters, the drink could only be a hard liquor. The second one was if you fell off your seat, you lost. The last one to continue drinking was the winner. The champions tried to keep Gragas out of the game, but he found out about it anyways. "Damn." Riven muttered to herself as tequila was passed to her by the mad chemist. Miss fortune, of course, was to start us all off. After everyone got their drinks (yes everyone), Miss fortune counted down. "3... 2... 1... Shoot!" The crazed pirate hunter exclaimed as everyone downed their drink. Instantly you could see how much of a lightweight drinker the yordles were. It didn't seem they we're gonna last much longer to be honest. Riven sighed, wondering how she got herself into this mess.
((SORRY GUYS I JUST HAD TO. PLEASE TELL ME IF ITS TOO INAPPROPRIATE OR TOO CONTROLLING OF OTHER CHARACTERS I DID THE BEST I COULD.))