Drink or Die Drunk [Enyo]

Power Level: 2,689
Suppressed to 10%: 269

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From the back of the crowd there was a flash of movement, and suddenly Enyo appeared perched on top of the wooden bar top, her legs crossed. She grinned a sharp tooth grin, her tail waving sinuously behind her.

"Yep, right here!" she lifted her gloved hand and twiddled her fingers, "There is no way you could host a drinking and/or eating contest with out at least ONE saiya-jin. Let's be honest."

She pushed herself off from the bar with a little hop and then sauntered to join the other contestants. She took a seat next to the two most attractive people in the group. A woman who looked literally foxy, and a rugged demon warrior that looked like he could bench press Enyo one handed. Good stuff.

Enyo crossed her legs again, but rather than thigh over thigh as she had been seated previously, she instead sat in the meditative style, knees out, ankles crossed. But Enyo looked more like a gleeful and mischievous child than any sort of meditative guru with her hands clasping her ankles and her twitching tail.

"Ready whenever you guys are!" she winked to the crowd, her green eyes glowing behind the clear glass of her visor. With those odd eyes she didn't look like the average saiya-jin warrior. But she had the trade mark monkey tail and so she must have been at least a sort of hybrid.

Enyo was lucky that the previous contestant hadn't made it. She had come to the bar to watch the competition. Of course, Enyo hadn't been able to sign up because it was a PTO based competition and she wasn't a member of the PTO. She was just a mercenary under a private contract to Frost Networking Solutions. And she had no plans to sign up to the PTO, especially not just to join a simple drinking competition. So yeah, it was really lucky for her that the original contestant hadn't been able to show up. Really lucky that he seemed to have gotten killed in his last mission, and not randomly slaughtered in a dark alley.

Funny how life works sometimes, wasn't it?

Word Count: 359

Power Level: 2,689

Suppressed to 10%: 269

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When the foxy girl tossed her a little trash talk, Enyo just grinned wider, "Luck ain't got nothing to do with a drinking contest. It's all skill, babe."

Enyo then turned to the fellow on her other side and gave him a wink, "If you manage to out drink me, I'll let you take me home."

In spite of looking like a big brute of a man, the demon actually looked flustered and unsure how to respond to Enyo's blatant flirting. He just sort of huffed and instead focused on the bottle of liquor sitting in front of him. 'That was fucking adorable,' Enyo thought to herself.

The saiya-jin mercenary took up her own bottle of alcohol and popped it open easily with a twist of her wrist. She turned to the bartender and tapped the spot in front of her, "Load me up with the next one. Keep 'em coming, alright?"

The squat bartender grunted quietly and pulled out another bottle from the shelf behind him. He didn't seem impressed with Enyo's boasting. But then again after running this bar for so long and hosting this contest, he was probably accustomed to all sorts of big talk. Enyo could respect that. She'd just have to put her money where her mouth was.

When the announcer proclaimed the start of the competition, Enyo gave a small toast to the audience, and then knocked back the bottle. The burn was instantaneous and more than welcomed. It trailed fire straight to her stomach and warmed her from within. 

There were a handful of tricks one could utilize for a chugging contest like this. The first was just loosening your throat muscles. This was easier said than done, as your body just kinda wants to batten down the hatches to avoid any risk of drowning. So, you kinda have to practice a bit before you could do it on command. It was similar with your gag reflex. Chugging so quickly can often upset the uvula and cause you to retch. It was something else you would have to train... and Enyo had plenty of training in that regard. Lastly, it was pacing your breathing. Much like swimming, you need to take your breaths when you can get them. If the amount of liquid chugged is small enough, you could take breaths between servings. But with a big bottle like this one, she wouldn't be able to do that. The next solution would be to stop the liquid flow with her tongue, swallow, clear the air ways, and grab a few deep breaths through her nose. Then go back to chugging.

It was all a sort of practiced art form. Much like fighting. You couldn't just go in punching. You needed strategy and to train your body.

Or maybe you just need to drink yourself sick at bars all the damn time and just develop your own kinda thing. Whatever.

The last of the liquor swirled down the bottle and into Enyo's gullet. She slammed it down on the table and let out a huge gusty breath, the crowd roaring. She took a quick moment to look around. Some contestants were struggling to keep chugging, needing to catch their breaths. The burly demon fellow next to her was one. But the foxy girl was going strong like a god damn champ. 

Enyo look the next bottle the bartender gave her, and began chugging that one as well.

While Enyo had confidence in her alcohol tolerance, she also knew her limits. She wasn't sure if she could win against some of these contestants. There were those with a larger body mass than her, and if her ki senses weren't on the fritz, that foxy girl was an android. Meaning she'd probably have some advantage in processing alcohol. So Enyo had to rely on something besides a battle of alcohol tolerance.

Bluffing.

She would need to fake out her opponents as best as possible so that they'd give up.

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Word Count: 663
Total Word Count: 1,022

Power Level: 2,689
Suppressed to 10%: 269

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Enyo stopped drinking just for a bit to look around Ryoko and at the fellow who started puking. Ah yes, it had begun. Where there was one puker another wa- yep there they go. Another contestant down the line had their nausea triggered by the disgusting site and sound of the man vomiting.

“Thats two,” Enyo smirked, then tossed back her drink again, quickly planning on catching up on the others who didn’t take her small break to observe the guy spewing.

That and she needed the break, the liquor was starting to get to her. She could feel the buzz get to her. Normally a bottle and a half wouldn’t be enough to get to her this much. But the chugging was causing the alcohol to slam into her. And it wouldn’t be long before it would start to kick her fucking ass.

But she couldn’t afford to show it.

So Enyo had to keep knocking ‘em back like they were nothing. Oh! Oh! Oh!

On the other side of the contestant line another guy dropped his bottle and started to drink water. It looked like he too was trying not to spew.

“Ahh, there we go…” she grinned, “Another one bites the dust…”

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Word Count:210
Total Word Count: 1,232