The Chug Off

The rules for the chug off were simple. It started with 4 matches. One guy versus one girl. They would each chug a beer. Last to finish was eliminated. They would keep competing until one side was totally eliminated thus losing the event.

The first match was over before it even started. Roxi was all of 5’4 and maybe 110 lbs… facing off against Ford who was a full foot taller than her and easily 120 lbs heavier. The tall black man had downed his beer in less than three seconds… the petite red head on the other hand…

High fives from the guys as the girls patted Roxi on the back. She hadn’t even gotten halfway thru her beer.

The next match was more even. Jill pulled back her long brunette hair into a ponytail as she faced off against the tall, but lanky Daniel. The curvy brunette pounded her beer slamming it onto the table a full second before he did.

“Fuck yeah!” The girls erupted into cheers and hugs.

Fred and Tara faced off next. It was as a severe height difference as Roxi and Ford just in reverse. Tara was one of the tallest girls on campus… and Fred was just as tall as Roxi… but looked to be built out of pure stone with how stocky he was.

“And… Go!” The ref blew the whistle and the pair popped their tops. The beer flowed as each chugged… and then both cans slammed on the table at almost the same time.

“Blue Team!” The ref cried.

“Bullshit!” Fred yelled at the girl in stripes. He gestured at the male ref for support.

“Naw man. She beat you by half a second. I saw it too.”

“Bullshit!” Fred yelled throwing his empty cab across the yard and turning away from the table in disgust.

Finally it was Finley vs Gavin. Again a more different couple you couldn’t find. Finley was the perfect girl next door. Long blonde hair and perfect large tits. She was easily the most attractive of the girls competing. Gavin wasn’t unattractive… but he was just so plain by comparison. Average height, weight and build. And typically shy and mild mannered.

The whistle blew again and the race renewed. What Gavin lacked in remark-ability he made up for in drinking skills. Slamming his drink down they evened the score 2-2. It was now time for the second round.