Private Let Your Body Get A Tolerance

[Arcturus Dinn]

Prompt: Knock 'Em Back. Get challenged to a drinking competition.
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"You talk such a big talk for such a li'l man"​

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Arcturus' attention was too transfixed upon the Sullustan's wobbly jowls to really hear what they'd pushed forth from its lips. He'd met some husky people before, and he'd seen his fair share of these beady eyed creeps among the greater Galaxy, but he had never, never, seen a Sullustan bear quite so much weight that their jowls literally quivered with each breath.​

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A blink, and he shifted his gaze back to the alien's eyes.​

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"Sorry, what?"​

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His words were slurred, as few and far between as they came, and the table in front of him was already beginning to pile up with half drank bottles of this or that. There was no doubt about it, he'd been mixing hella drinks that evening. The other guy just shook his head.​

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"Looks at ya, already wasted. You wouldn't last two rounds against a gerb! bah. Ain't even worth the UCks I'd make."​

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That seemed to have the boy perking up some.​

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"UCks, yer say?"​

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"Oh, now ya interested?"​

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"Mo' UCks, mo' of this!" He raised a random glass from within the mess of bottles, and downed it quick as he could. The Sullustan groaned. "Yeah right," he breathed, "This'll be the most one sided drink contest I ever did see..."​

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Pushing away from the table, the alien wandered off in search of someone looking to make a few easy UCks. Chaos knew Arcturus wasn't going to last the first round... Thankfully on Corellia, there were usually plenty of folks looking for creds.​

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Atsushi Ono ​

 

[Atsushi Ono]

"Haaa?!" The fat Sullustan's jowels jiggled as he stumbled back from the table of rough-looking Atrisians. Atsushi flicked out a vibro knife and slid from his booth with murderous intent.

"You think some karking gaijin can handle our liquor more than us?"

"Oi, oi, this fatass has some stones!" One of the youths, obviously drunk, stood and spilled booze from the gourd in his hand. "He said credz for drinking though?"

"Could be fun," said another. Atsushi stood over the Sullustan, arms crossed and scowling down at the fat man. Sucking his teeth he slipped the dagger away with a quick flourish and nodded his head.

"Where is this kid? If we lose we'll just kill him anyways." The others hooped and hollered and clambered out of the booth to follow their boss. The club was booming. It wasn't his usual place, but he was trying to keep clear of Ozai after meeting that kid Jedi. The place was getting too hot since the Oyabun's return. When the Sullustan, hands wringing together in anticipation, brought the group to his table Atsushi wasn't impressed. Another kid. He wasn't even that tall. He could sense something different about him though.

"You the one looking to drown?"

 

[Arcturus Dinn]

Arcturus didn't even bother to look up from his drink.​

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Whoever it was the Sullustan had sent his way, they were young. Maybe even younger than he was. Sick sense of humour, that one. It was like he hated the youth of today or something; wouldn't put it past him.​

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"How much?" he asked the boy, before knocking back what remained in his glass. The Sullustan hadn't directly talked amounts with Arcturus yet, but truthfully he didn't much care. He didn't plan on losing this... thing. Whatever it constituted as.​

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One hand moved to gesture for another drink. He heard the Sullustan mutter something under his breath, a groan accompanying it. No doubt frustrated by Arcturus' inability to take this whole thing seriously. Who drank so much before a drinking competition?​

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Bloody idiots. That's who.​

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Atsushi Ono ​