Go down cans with Ben

"I'll go with the ****," you say. "I think **** would push me over the edge."

"Good choice," Ben nods. "This man cares about his health!"

"Alright, more **** for me!" Lukas says. "Daniel?"

"I'm not going to leave a man do lines alone," Daniel says. "Meet back here in twenty?"

"Awesome. See you soon, brothers," Ben says. "Let's go, O'Leary! We got drinking to do!"

You follow Ben outside, heading around to where you left the empty bottles of the drinks. Ben moves to behind a bush on the side of the lawn, pulling out an eight pack of cans of generic beer. He moves his hat back in, pulling out a black can with a mixture of silver and red writing. You notice what looks like a monkey skull, etched in silver and red, on the front.

"Now this... this is my special surprise. Mad Macaque's Dead Man Special. Got this from my uncle in the Netherlands, and he could only get it from his cousin back in Korea. 60% ****, and they use spices you can only find in the hearts of the desert."

"Are there deserts in Korea, Ben?"

"Yeah, totally," Ben nods. "This is the reward. First to drink four cans gets it, OK?"

You shrug, popping the tab of a can as you offer it to Ben. He takes it with a smile and a nod, and you pop another, holding it out.

"Sláinte," you say.

"Cheers! To another year of big titties, tight pussies and good friends!"

You had hoped to have a few beers with a good friend of yours, learning about each other. You were curious to learn about Ben's fears and anxieties now that school was ending, what his hopes were for the upcoming year, and maybe even you'd diverge some of your deep secrets as you grow to a new level of understanding and friendship.

Instead, at Ben's discretion, you find yourself desperately downing **** as you wordlessly get drunker and drunker. Classic Ben, you suppose.

The first can goes down surprisingly easy, as does the second. You feel quiet proud about that, in all honesty, but the third is difficult. Halfway through the can, your stomach gurgles and trembles with displeasure as the urge to puke hits you. Still, ever the trooper, you continue on, finishing the can as you toss it into the bushes, trying to hold back the urge to puke.

You look over at Ben. The man is steady and certain in his approach, finishing his third can at the same pace as you. Unlike you, however, he seems to be standing far stronger, singing quietly to himself as he easily finishes the can.

If you're going to beat him, it's going to require a hell of a lot of effort... for the reward of more drinking. Why are you doing this again?

"Come on, O'Leary, are you a man or a pussy?"