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“ How is it going to be on ME? You are the one who said yes! If I tell you to fuck a water hag, would you do that too?? “

The witcher started laughing at the idea, his face twisting and getting redder by the second and slapping his knee. He needed a few minutes to compose himself, still trying to catch his breath as he gave the skin back to Layne.

“ Enough talking, more drinking! Come on, I want to count it, it needs to be FIVE! “

Of course Lambert didn’t get that he was actually going to throw up ON him if he ended up doing so. A laugh escaped before he made a face at the thought of fucking a water hag. That as it was almost made him gag. The skin was grabbed and he waved at Lambert as if to get him to shut up. Bad decisions seemed to be his forte as he took the first gulp. Then the second. Then the third. The burn down his throat faded with each one as the nerves all seemed to die. But the liquid itself was sitting very heavily in his stomach. He just needed to force the nausea down. The fourth was taken and he leaned back on the log. Just one more. Hindsight was 20/20 and he was regretting having agreed to five. The last one went down with trouble and he leaned further back. He wasn’t able to catch himself as he tipped over, his back hitting the ground and jarring a belch loose from him. The rest he was able to swallow down. But the skin was held up in victory.