A round of Drinks with Carmine

Tir watched Carmine for a few moments as she tossed back another drink while her opponent waved a hand in surrender before he fell from his chair, passed out and snoring peacefully.

"Has she ever lost?"

The bartender shook his head.

"Not as far as I've seen. She claims that the first man who can beat her can take her home and have her forever. She even had me right up a contract when some guys called her a liar."

The bartender reached under his bar and pulled out a rolled up sheet of paper. He unrolled it and read through it for a moment.

"Yes this is it. Says she'll swear her body and soul to the man who can beat her in a drinking contest and prove himself to her."

Tir watched the woman for a moment as she called out for any other challengers, but no one seemed willing to step up. She was a beautiful woman and her tits were larger than his head. He couldn't pass this up.

He grabbed the contract out of the bartender's hand and walked over to the table. He slammed the contract on the table as he sat down across from her.

"I'll take your bet girl. You've got a lot of potential and I can't wait to see those tits out of that shirt."

Carmine laughed loudly and tossed back another drink.

"You aint the first man to sit down with a cocky look on his face! Though I will admit no one new has tried out for a long time! Bartender! I want the best you got for this one!"

Tir liked her and knew that his victory would be more than welcomed for the ship. She was loud, fun and ready for action. Once he held her contract and claimed her as his, he could make her service him and the crew whenever he wished. She would probably be more fun than one of Jean's little whores. The bartender came over and gave Tir a worried look.

"I'm telling you kid, this is a bad idea! She's never lost!"

"I can handle it!"

Carmine gave another deep throaty laugh. "The only thing you'll be "Handling" is yourself when you lose. I can tell you already you'll be going home alone tonight little man!"

As the bartender poured the first few rounds, a ring of watchers began to form around them. Carmine downed her drinks quicker than Tir had ever seen anyone do before, but he kept up with her at a more steady and even pace. after nearly half and hour had passed, both contestants were beginning to show signs of slowing down and their jeering back and fourth had become more slurred. The crowd around the cheered, some for her and some for him. Bets were being placed and so far the odds seemed to be on her victory.

Tir was begining to lose faith in himself as another round was poured. Carmine was starting to waver, but he hadn't drank so much in his life. He could only hope how hard she had been hitting the drinks earlier would be the deciding factor.

Slowly he raised the glass to his lips again