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“ Well that’s just because it wasn’t MY brew! “

Lambert smirked as he watched Layne drink then took the skin back. He was far from sober himself but maybe paced himself slightly better then the other. None the less he already had an idea forming in his head. Drinking was always the time for shenanigans.

“ Tell you what… I dare you to take FIVE big gulps in quick succession! If you don’t pass out OR throw up then… hmm… well you can dare me back I guess. I’m not betting money against you again. “

“ ‘Cause you KNOW you’ll lose! ”

A bark of a laugh escaped as he watched Lambert drink his own share, tempted to just slide down and sit on the ground with his back against the log they were sitting on. Keep him closer to the ground so it wouldn’t hurt as much if he stumbled and fell. The bet had him laughing again and waving for the skin to be handed back.

“ Yer ON. But, if ah do end up vomitin’, s’gonna be on YOU. ”