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"Lady like that don't like any one of you fat smelly bastards. All for show. And a damn good show, too!" Ben hollered. "And the drinks ain't bad, I guess."

His eye turned to Lukas' tower of empty mugs, and the corner of his mouth grew in depth a little more. "Damn." he said. "Sure I could drink you under the table if your stomach weren't bigger than my body and your intestine won't leapt out and strangle me, but in a case of man to man then direct proportions ain't taken into consideration."

He took his own again, as if it were an urgent matter, and poured it directly down his tract. It became rather apparent that getting drunk was the goal, and he had experience doing so before. He'd let a thumbtack he'd been keeping on the edge of his mouth into the tip chalice, and looked again to Lukas.

"You'd consider injecting it. Can do that, y'know. Get straight to the point without the tongue rot."