She won't back down from a challenge

Instead of answering, Brooke gets up and grabs the cards, cutting the deck and handing you a stack. "Game on, lil' girl!" She flips her first card, a ten.

You flip yours and, of course, it's a two. You take a shot, grimacing.

You both flip again, Brooke revealing a seven, and you a six.

"Come on!" you complain, downing another shot.

Somehow, Brooke wins the next three flips, and you, having had a beer and a half in addition to five shots, are feeling very drunk.

"You messhed wif the de- the de- the cardsh." You slur, wobbling on your stool.

"Nope," Brooke says with an obnoxious smirk. "You done?"

You reply by flipping a card.

Miraculously for you, Brooke loses the next six flips, leaving you both beyond drunk, and leaving only one glass left. Upon losing the last flip as well, Brooke reaches for the glass, and, in her wasted state, sends it flying to the carpet behind the bar.

"Oopshie!" Brooke slurs.

"Heyyyy, you gotta drink it," you say with effort. Suddenly you realize, "I won!" Upon this realization you throw your hands up, but this also throws off your balance, sending you tumbling to the carpet as well. This is absolutely hilarious to you and Brooke.

Not wanting to break the rules, Brooke grabs another bottle of vodka, conveniently with a nozzle instead of a cap, and tries to fill another glass. Having lost her coordination long ago, Brooke pours several glasses worth on the bar before trying to recover. This causes her to lose her balance and join you on the ground, spilling vodka over her shirt in the process.

You can't help but appreciate her breasts as they are outlined by the soaked fabric. Before you can decide if you want to touch them however, the plane bumps and this sends your head reeling. Having had far too much ****, both you and Brooke pass out.