A man!

"You're not beating me that easily!" you yell with a cry.

Lukas watches with an amused glint in his eye as you pop open your last can and knock it back. The alcoholic liquid pours down your throat, hitting you to the point of queasiness as it hits your stomach. Still, your pride now at stake, you manage to keep down the **** for a glorious moment as you hold the empty can aloft like a trophy.

"Well played, Jacky boy!" Ben says, before grabbing the can of toxic red liquid and throwing it to you.

You grab the can, popping the tab as you take a sip.

Jesus Christ.

This stuff is straight-up evil shit in this can. The very fumes rising from it burn at your throat as you try to stay standing. Ben looks at you expectantly.

"Alright, fuck it," you nod.

You knock your head back and eagerly down the toxic mixture. Opening your throat, you try to avoid gagging as well as all messages your body is telling you that you totally shouldn't be drinking this shit, before at last, the can is left empty, and you throw the empty aluminum vessel to the ground.

"Holy shit, mate, that was impressive," Ben chuckles. "That's not the sort of thing you try to down, mate! That's a sipping can!"

If only he'd told you that before.

"Well, I'm no..."