The third point of view
"Ninety-seven…. Ninety-eight…."
The crowd of onlookers counted down as the girl standing upside down chugged from the tapped key without anyone holding her up.
"Hundred!"
They all cheered as she climbed down.
"Izzy!" " Izzy!" "Izzy!"
The girl roared victoriously, beating her chest and splashing the remaining alcohol in her mouth out in the open.
"That was awesome, girl! I saved this special drink for you," That rat called her girlfriend handed a plastic cup to her which Isabella accepted, yet the girl was oblivious to the faint sly smile curving her lips.
"Hey, babe," Her rat of a boyfriend also appeared by her side, intending to kiss her but Isabelle pressed a finger against his lips, then gripped his chin to deviate his face to the side.
"Not now nor ever" she pushed his face away.
The rat of a best friend smiled uneasily, "Izzy, what are you doing? He's Kelvin,"
