[b][i]He began to chug drink after drink, nearing 21 whole bottles of Scotch, but still remained sober.[/i][/b]
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[b][i]Irish, somehow, managed to keep up, not showing the effects either.[/i][/b] Irish: "and THIS ladies and gentlemen, is why I have been drinking since I was 3."
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[b][i]Jason pushed on, nearing 50.[/i][/b] [i]"Still up for it, champ?"[/i]
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[b][i]He holds a finger up, finishing bottle fifty[/i][/b] Irish: "child's play. My grandma can drink more than you," [spoiler]hes extremely resilient to drugs and alcohol[/spoiler]
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[i]"Your funeral, pal."[/i] [b][i]You noticed that with every bottle, a satanic rune on Jason's forearm glowed brighter an brighter blue.[/i][/b]
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Fixer. "Nice tattoo pal."
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[b][i]He chuckled.[/i][/b] [i]"It's a rune."[/i]
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Irish (throughout downing bottle 53) "I think. It was. Sarcastic. Asshat."
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[b][i]He grinned.[/i][/b] [i]"I'll show you what it does sometime."[/i] [b][i]Jason reached 70 bottles, still appearing sober.[/i][/b]
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[b][i]He downs 71, smashing the last on the table for no reason.[/i][/b] Irish: "keep up would ya."
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[b][i]He sped up, reach over 130.[/i][/b] [i]"C'mon champ. No mercy, remember?"[/i] [b][i]You saw a glint of malice in his eyes, and they flashed a gleaming satanic blue for a second.[/i][/b]
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[b][i]He keeps going. It's like the man has no liver.[/i][/b] Irish: "fixer, tell me if I end up pissing myself. Last time I drank this much that happened." Fixer: "okay..."
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[i][b]Jason sped up further, reaching 200 bottles in a flash.[/b][/i]
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[b][i]Att one ninth nine, he speaks.[/i][/b] Irish: "fixer, please tell me you just broke whatever your fixing and I'm not pissing myself. Fixer: "fortunetally yes sir." He says, putting a machinima the table as he continues fixing it. Irish finishes the bottle before realizing they're out.
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[i][b]Jason had reached over 200, still completely sober.[/b][/i] [i]"Happy to drink with you, Irish."[/i]
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Irish: "and you as well." Fixer: "sir..." Irish: "and that means I need to wash these."