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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/18/2016 11:55:58 PM
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[b][u]A Little Contest[/u][/b]
[b]The deity drags a table into the centre of A1, as well as two chairs. He rests a small cooler on the table and one Of the baristas brings out a tray of shot glasses which she rests on the table.
For anyone who's seen the deity at a celebration before, they know what this is. If they were new well, they would have to figure it out.[/b]
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[b]Cabbot sat down. He was up to the challenge.[/b]
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"Ohoho! Well if it isn't my old yellow friend! Are you... READY?" [b]The deity punches the cooler and a bottle of whisky shoots up.[/b]
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"Heh. You think I'm not? You clearly don't know me that well if you think I can't handle a drink." [b]Cabbot grabs the bottle of whiskey mid-air.[/b] "We doin shots or just straight bottle?"
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"Fukin kidding me old timer?! This shits expensive! HELL YA WE'RE DOING IT BY THE BOTTLE!"
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"Hell yeah!" [b]He pops the bottle open, and takes a gigantic swig from it, then waits to see the Deity's reaction.[/b]
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[b]The deity remains straight faced.[/b] "You look like an idiot! Hand that shit here!"
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[b]Cabbot hands the bottle over to him.[/b] "Would've drank the whole lot of the bottle, but I wanted you to try your hand."
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[b]The deity grins as he takes the bottle by the neck, and he raises it to his lips as he begins to chug. He downs the remaining half of the bottle and throws it crashing to the ground as he begins his coughing fit.[/b] "Oh! GOD! *COUGH!* THE TOLERANCE IS GONE TOO!"
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[b]Cabbot laughs, he knew he couldn't handle it.[/b] "Guess you'll have to get used to it!"
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"OH GOD. VISION. BLURRY." [b]The deity smacks his head against the table as he looks at the old man.[/b] "NOT. DONE. Your turn!"
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"Aight. What's next? Tequila? Rum? Throw it at me, bud." [b]Cabbot smiled as he watched the Deity struggle.[/b]
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"OHHHHH BUD. WHY DONT YOU PICK?! THIS IS YOUR LOOSING BATTLE*Cough!* After all!"
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"Hehe." [b]Cabbot goes and gets a... Special bottle of alcohol. It was rum. Old rum. He pops the cork of the brown bottle, which had a pirate's flag painted on.[/b] "Been looking to find someone to drink this with. Might as well be in a drinking game." [b]Cabbot takes a swig, then shakes his head around. It was strong. Real damn strong. He sets the bottle on the table.[/b] "Your turn."
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[b]The deity clears his throat as he investigates the bottle, grabbing its belly and dragging it to himself.[/b] "What the shit is this?"
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"Rum. From space. Space pirates. Good stuff right there, man."
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"Space pirates?! DAFUQ?!" [b]The deity raises the bottle to his lips and takes a brief sip, before setting it back down Hastily as he squeezes his eyes shut and his head acts like a bobble head.[/b] "OH...JEEEEEEZ!"
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[b]Cabbot bursts into laughter as he takes another swig.[/b]
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"Not...NOOOOOOOOPE." [b]The deity passes out on the table.[/b]
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[b]Cabbot sets the bottle down.[/b] "I win."
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[b]Suddenly, the deity jolts up.[/b] "SHIA SURPRISE!" [b]He suddenly drinks the bottle of rum, and immediately throws up onto the ground. [/b]
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"Damn. Drank all my rum. What's next?"
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[b]The deity wipes his mouth as his skin is a sickly pale.[/b] "I...just needed the last word...I.... Baconsssszzzzzz....." [b]The deity is fading in and out.[/b]
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[b]Cabbot continues laughing, his tail flailing around.[/b]
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[b]The deities go wide like he just noticed the tail.[/b] "MONKEY! MONKEY!" [b]He starts making monkey noises which morph into a stupid chuckle.[/b]
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"Yo! That's racist as hell! I love it!" [b]He laughs even more.[/b]
