Take it like a champ

Chuckling a bit and checking her watch, Faye sat down on the steps next to Freddy. "Oh, Freddie you old windbag.” She joked. “Okay, you convinced me. Always trust a lush when you have a question about ****." she said. He grinned and his eyes flashed as she took the bottle from his outstretched hand. He twirled it in a flourish like a magic trick had just been performed. "How much should I drink?" she asked, looking down the neck of the bottle for any hint of contamination. Finding none, she sniffed it and wished she hadn't. A wide grin split his face. "About four seconds worth should do it for a woman of your size and figure. Be sure to eat some sweets when you get inside, to remove the taste" he said.

She thought his eyes would roam over her, but they didn't. Faye lifted the bottle in a toast. "To your health." she said, and tipped the bottle back. Freddy watched her breasts swell against the fabric of her top as the liquid slid down her throat. Gulp by gulp. It tasted aweful, but she kind of expected that. She counted " One. Two. Three… Four!" and tipped the bottle back down. "Gah!" she exclaimed, handing the bottle back and screwing up her face. "That is the worst Vodka I've ever tasted."