Samuel kept pouring vodka down his throat with changing his face. On the other hand, Joseph had only drunk half of the bottle but was pushing through it.
His drinking capacity was among the best among his peers, it could be said he could win most of the time, but Samuel was a different breed.
His face was already flushed, like he was about to die. He looked at Samuel's calm complexion while holding the empty bottle. It gave him some newfound desire to beat him, but in the end, he could only drink two third before raising the white flag.
Seeing his opponent had lost, Samuel looked toward the others. The show must go on!
"Come on, who is next? Grab the bottle!" As he said, Joseph staggered to the side, making way for others.
Such oblivious provocation; how could they just sit back and watch his smug face? They couldn't believe he would be able to everyone here!
