(private) Bar Hopping

"Come on!" a man dragging a Shinigami yelled. He pulled him into a Soul Bar, the name explaining. He threw his friend in a bar booth and order Black Matagi brand Sake for him a d his friend.

"Today we settle it! Who can drink till they pass out! IM PAYIN! Now Souru!" A crowd gathered around the Sake Duel, cheering the count down.

"THREE!"




"TWO!"

"One!"

The Shinigami, Souru, widened his eyes at the bottle of hard liquor that sat on the table. As a mortal, he died at a young age, never tasting any type of liquor or alcohol. He especially never touched the devilish nectar while at the academy for the Soul Society. Now that he was back on the mortal plain, Souru was frightened at the sight of the drink.

"N-n-o..." shuddered Souru, the hairs on his arms and legs standing up. But, after a little hesitation, he grabbed the bottle and took a sip. The instant the hot liquid burned his tongue, he coughed madly. After several minutes of hacking out coughs, the reddened faced Souru smirked. "More! More! MORE!" yelled the happy Soul Reaper, grabbing the bottle again and taking a bigger swig. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and sighed in relief. "Very good. Your turn!"

The Sake bottle was slid across the table back to Zelos.

(this is a crack RP btw)

Zelos, was an awesome drinker. Little did Souru know, he took the bottle a chugged half of it. He grinned at Souru in all the taunting his grin could do. Zelos then pushed the bottle to Souru.
"Drink it all. Or ya lose Souru!" Zelos bellowed then cracked a laugh.

"Another Black Matagi! Here!" and the crowd roared! Whistling, taunting and insult galore.

Souru froze, but kept on a smirk to fool the crowd. Nonononono! I'm gonna lose...Damn! The Soul Reaper gripped the bottle and inhaled, giving him air to chug it. This could have been the end for the duel if Souru didn't react so quick. The Black Matagi flew down his throat, and after the first few seconds of the drink, his mouth went completely numb. The Shinigami actually enjoyed the drink now. He had the bottle vertical, up in the air above his mouth, shaking it so he got every little drop.

"More, please! MORE! I WANT SOME MORE! This...is the...best...shit ever!" said a drunken, groggy Souru. "I am not gonna lose, Mr. Wilder!"

The crowd laughed as Souru became drunk off his ass. Zelos still fine and going. His high Alchohol tollorance made this easy. He sat, grinning like an arrogant SOB at the drunk Souru.

"ONE MORE~~~!" Zelos yelled as the crowd produced another bottle.

"DOWN IT GOES~~!" Zelos cheered, downing a hole bottle. His record at three, he knew he could beat it easy. Another bottle arrived as the manager yelled out,


"EVERYTHINGS ON THE HOUSE TONIGHT! LETS GET GOING!"


The crowd roared in satisfaction.

Eyes wide in shock and awe, Souru laughed drunkenly at the whole bottle being drank by Zelos in such a quick time. It was amazing at how good the Quincy was at this little game. But, if Souru did say so for himself, he felt pretty good about drinking so much for the first time in his life ever trying alcohol.

"Gimme that b-b-bottle! Hahahaha!" laughed Souru, slurring his words. He pointed to a girl in the crowd and winked at her. His vision was a little blurred, so he didn't really know who he was directing the gesture at. It may have been a man...but, Souru didn't mind it. He gripped a bottle and chewed the cork off. "Down the hatch and into the belly! Yes!"

Souru, spilling some of his drink all over his Shinigami cloak, chugged half the bottle before laughing maniacally again. Once more, he clumsily drank the Sake, getting more and more drunk with every swig, until there was a quarter of the drink left. "I...I wanna get married...and have lots of children...cuz I love ladies...with breasts...and all! I'm Souru! The Shini...Shini...Shini...gam...Sh-sh-shini...HAHAHAHA!" Souru laid back in the booth and continued to laugh.

"Any girls wanna get married...? HAHAHA!"