Shots. Shots. Shots!

Shepard and Miranda faced off. Despite Mirandas genes Shepard was certain she could handle the challenge.

One shot became two. Two to four. Four to six and on.

They stayed in step the whole time. Miranda took each drink with no signs of slowing down.

By the tenth shot Shepard was beginning to have feel the effects, but she couldn't show it.

"Any...any thought for what we're wagering?" She asked as she finished another round.

"Mmh." Miranda casually downed one too. "How about whoever loses has to do whatever the winner says? No questions asked."

"Oh you're on!" Shepard was thinking about what she could have this beautiful woman do.

So was Miranda.