//Sadly I was not chosen for the closed playtest :(
Sucks cause now I /have/ to wait for December before doing anything with the game. All cause of stupid AI decompiling
βGah!β
She was actually shocked how quickly his demeanor shifted to laughter. Was he really this week to alcohol?
βWell, it was one bad drink. Nothing I canβt handle~β
And so it began: the constant pouring and drinking for the two.
The INSTANT he saw her drink something strong, for the first time in probably EVER, Cain actually laughed... hysterically.
"HAHAHAHAHHA!! YEEEEEAAAAH!! HOW'S THAT FOR A DRINK, HUH?!! YOU LIKE THAT?!!"
Well, seemed he picked eight this time. The drink was more Coke than Jack, like a slightly off soda.
Meanwhile Femme seemed to get a stronger hit this time. The true test of this game: risking yourself on luck, and holding out on top of it.
βMmmph! Strong stuff!β
"Tch!"
He almost had the urge to grab all of the cups out of spite, but even HE knows that would be dumb. So instead... he simply grabs a random cup, nearly knowing the other cups over from how aggressively he grabbed it and ultimately gulped it down in one go.
βSmug?~ Itβs not smugness~ Iβm just happy to have a drinking partner with such a fiery energy~β
She mixes up the cups so even she doesnβt know which is which, before presenting them.
βCome on~ Maybe this will burn that fire even brighter~β
Cue him slamming a fist against the table.
"Tch! Quit being so damn smug! That was nothing!"
His cheeks had begun becoming rosy in color, and this time, NOT from embarrassment.
Scorned by his own pride. Femme had a rather gleeful smile as she energetically poured another set.
He had an aversion? It wouldnβt be long before he lets loose at this rate~
Cain's face contorted into a miserable scowl, his eyes squeezed shut as the liquor burned its way down his throat. His cheeks flushed, a tear gathering at the corner of his eye as he fought back a cough, looking personally betrayed by the very concept of alcohol.
And so did she! Well it was a good try for his confidence, but his shot seemed to have a /heavy/ amount of the liquor compared to his first one.
Meanwhile Femme looked rather pleased with her own drink.
βAhhh! Hit the spot!β
into. But there was no way he was backing down now.
"You're gonna regret underestimating me!"
With that, he raised the cup to his lips and downed it in one go.
ββ¦..Oh my Satan you really were just so oblivious. I almost feel kinda bad trying to get you into a deal for your soulβ¦almost~ But a deal is a deal~β
The cups would align the table, filled with the same drinks he had drunk just before.
βSo, if youβre ready to put yourβ
βOh come on kid. You really donβt get it?
How the here did you wander in Hellβs premiere bar and not immediately catch the signs? The horns, the tailβ¦.
Youβve never saw a demon before?β
βOh, arenβt you a hasty boy. Then I guess itβs my duty to give you the deal: if you can hold your liquor for longer than meβ¦.youβll get a request of your choosing that I can do under my power.
But if you fail and spill your guts firstβ¦.that virgin soul of yours is going toβ
A vein bulge.
"I'm not a small boy!!" π’
He slams his hands on the table, glaring at the demon with his deepened frown.
"NO!! Let's do stakes! I'm not gonna let you look down on me just because I've never drank before!!"
βOh, big talk from such a small boy~ Then letβs get to playing this game of ours~
Iβll keep the shots coming for both of us~ And to make it more fair in which concentration we get, you can choose which one you drink~ I may pour more or less, so itβs a coin flip which one willβ
Cain scoffed, refusing to let her get under his skin.
"You kidding? 'Course not! GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU GOT!! Just don't start whining when I outdrink you!"
The mixture of a competitive, prideful spirit, combined with that reward she mentioned is a dangerous combo...