Keep drinking

You grit your teeth together, before swinging back the shot and downing it. You quickly pour another, swinging that before the first is even down your throat. Feeling brave, you pour one last one, downing it, before you almost fall back, steadying yourself on a bed frame. Ben struggles to drink another shot, before shakily pouring another. He downs it with a burst of strength, before standing triumphantly with a grin.

This triumphant grin lasts about five seconds before the drink makes a reappearance along with his lunch, vomiting it up onto the floor as everyone in the room lets out a collective groan.

"Fuck, you're a better man than me," Ben says., wiping vomit from the corners of his mouth. "I'm out."

"Damn right," you say, finishing your last shot to put you one ahead and secure you victory.

"Wait, you don't look so good, man," Ben says, looking somewhat worried.

"You... I'm... What?" you say, struggling to stand.

"Do you want me to get you some water? Or find you a place to sit down? Fuck it, if you collapse I'm going to have to drag us somewhere to pass out, man. What do you want to do?"