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Lukas let out a thunderous laugh, both at the idea that the man could drink more than him, and at the suggestion of injecting his booze.
"Sorreh lad, if yer worried about tongue rot and all that, I don't think you can hold yer own with me in a game of drink." He arm swept the stack of empty containers aside, sending them cascading onto another patron's area of the bar.
"Better men 'ave died tryin'. So 'ave at it, wot kind of proportions you want? 2, 3, 4, to one o'yer drinks?" The gauntlet had been laid down. Lukas was prepared to begin the drinking game despite the amount of alcohol he had already ingested. "I promise my innards won't leap out and attack ye. Hell, maybe it'll put put some hair on yer jibblies. Wot ye wanna wager?"

While he spoke, Delilah came to empty the overflowing tip jar. As she reached inside to begin taking out some bills when suddenly she recoiled, clutching her finger as a scarlet orb formed at the tip. she hissed, looking back into the jar as if to find something that would have bitten her. "Ow! What was that?!" she said, still clutching her finger.