Moby coolly strolled up to the table, ignoring all the stares around him. And, with a smile on his face, he slammed his hands on the table and looked up at his smug opponent.

"Are you ready…"

"Hell yeah I am!" She smiled back in his direction. "Fair warning though… I'll have you know that I've never once lost to anyone in a drinking competition… I can do this forever, you'll never win…"

"Cool story, but actions speak louder than words, let's just get this started," He casually responded, only making his opponent seem more confident as she motioned the referee to start.

"The match between the challenger and the defending champion is about to begin! Please place your bets and I will record them down!"

"I'll bet 1200 on myself…" The woman smirked as she began a chain of similar bets.

"I'll bet 100 points on the champion!"

"50 on the champion!"

"275 on the champion!"

"85 on the champion!"

"350 on the champion!"

People were dumping their entire stash on the champion for what seemed like an easy victory, and the referee was casting all of the bets.

That was when a single voice went against the grain, raising their hands.

"We will bet 655 points on the challenger!"

The crowd was more than shocked and had the urge to ridicule them.

"Are those your friends?" The champion asked.

"Maybe," Moby responded with a smirk, only for the champion to slightly chuckle, not out of disrespect but out of confidence.

In the end, the bets were in and the odds were clear. 2750 points went towards the champion and a mere 755 went towards the challenger. It seemed like one other person was feeling daring with their money and decided to take the huge risk of bidding on the underdog.

"Okay! The bets are in! Are both contestants ready!?" He slammed a massive bottle of beer on the table and poured two heavy cups.

"YES SIR!" They both spoke in unison.

"Okay… …. … … GO!"

And just like that, they went head to head and began drinking, one at a time going blow for blow as they kept up with each other's speed.

The girl was a monster, going through every cup like it was nothing while Moby was no slouch himself. But, after the 10th cup, Moby began to show major signs of dizziness and disorientation while the girl seemed completely normal, smirking brightly as she listened to the crowd laugh and cheer.

"Fuck… It's over, isn't it? I'm so stupid, why did I even agree to this… I should have stopped this before it was too late… There goes all my points…" Regrit looked down and away with the urge to curl up in a ball of depression and defeat, he looked like a soulless hollow from the outside, like all the life was sucked right out of him.

"Don't be down fox! He's gonna win! I just know he will!" Hikari tightly held her fists together and continued watching with wide eyes and sweaty palms.

They were both going at the same speed, trading blow for blow even though Moby seemed far more disoriented.

But, that was until the 25th cup and the girl began to show slight signs of cracking while Moby only seemed slightly worse than before.

Both were now completely silent, chugging down cups as fast as before staring daggers into each other's eyes with confident smiles on their faces.

The crowd began to get nervous, most people passed out by the 25th cup against that woman but that man seemed to be barely hanging on. And this trend continued along with their worries… The man was barely even able to stand by the 30th cup and by the 40th, he had to hang on to the table for dear life just so he didn't fall. He even struggled to pick up the cup. While the girl on the other hand was fairing much better.

That was until the 50th cup where the man's eyes were like slits and his face was red about to explode. It was like he was going to tumble any second now.

The crowd began to cheer in victory when they witnessed him begin slowly slipping off the table.

"Is it over yet… Please tell me it's over, I can't take this anymore…" Regrit couldn't stand to look anymore as he looked away from seeing all of his points going down the drain along with Moby.

However, the girl to his side did no such thing, no, she could not allow herself to look away for even an instant, not once did she lose hope, even now.

But, that was when a miracle happened…

"WHAAATTTT!?"

"W-w-wai wha? What happened? Is it over yet?" Regrit spoke, his heart almost leaping out of his chest.

"YES! HE WON! FOX LOOK!! HE WON!!" Hikari cheered and jumped around in celebration.

"Wait what?" Regrit could not believe his ears, it almost felt like Hikari was playing a sick prank on him. But… When he opened his eyes, it was safe to say that it was no prank at all.

"Huh!! HAHAHAHAHA! I always had faith in you! LET'S GOOOO!! I'm rich! RICH!" He laughed and cheered along with Hikari as they danced while all the people around them did nothing but boo, throw tantrums, and complain.

Moby was still conscious, hanging onto the table with heavy breaths and a tomato for a face while his opponent was knocked out on the ground, gagging and struggling to breathe. He smiled once more and barely managed to lift his head up higher, thrusting a fist into the sky for a split second before bringing it back down on the table so he didn't fall.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!? This is so rigged!? I want my money back!!"

"Yeah! Are you sure you even gave that guy alcohol!? This is so stupid! I swear the girl drank much more in other rounds!"

"Are you sure this guy didn't cheat!? There's no way that could be legit!"

"SILENCE EVERYONE!" The referee's voice was loud and filled the room, it even caught the attention of several of the nearby tables. "I can guarantee you all was fair! I have a job and a duty to uphold! If you are really doubtful, I will stick my name onto it and I'm sure this fellow will too! Ask me any question and I'll answer truthfully!" He pulled out a lie detector crystal and handed it to the man complaining most before he went down to give the girl a pill to wake up, it seemed like she stopped gagging but has yet to recover and snap back into consciousness, she definitely drank more than every other round, the spectators must have been either blind or bias. Then, he stood back up and gave Moby a pill that brought him back to normal.

In the meantime, the man with the lie detector crystal tested it on one of his peers just to ensure it was working and not tampered with before he directed his questions at the referee.

"Did you rig this match-up?"

"No,"

"Did you notice any cheating?"

"No,"

"Was this match-up completely fair for both sides?"

"Yes,"

He answered all the questions with confidence, and every time, it came back as truthful which made the man lose hope of ever getting back his large investment.

"Now you! He looked over at Moby's direction,"

"Did you cheat?"

"No,"

"Did you use any underhanded tactic or item to work things in your favour?"

"No,"

"Did you make some sort of deal with the girl for her to let you win and split the points afterward!?"

"No,"

"FUCKK!!" He roared, the realization that he had lost almost 500 points now setting into his consciousness, his heart beating faster than he could ever remember along with an empty feeling in his curled stomach.

"Hahahaha! You guys are such losers! Just suck it up and face it! You lost!" The one man that bet against the odds laughed at the crowd of losers around him who mocked and berated him only a few minutes prior.

"Sh-shut up!"

The atmosphere around the table immediately became gloomy, everyone looked like zombies while some of them even broke out into tears. It just didn't feel real that everything vanished in the blink of an eye.

That was when a voice rang out through the silence, a voice that was rather smug.

"Okay!! Who's next! I'll bet all my earnings on it too! You have a chance to get all of your investments back!"

"..."

"You idiot! We don't have any money to bet anym—"

"I'll do it!" A man from outside of the table itself spoke as he walked through the crowds. He wore an elegant green coat and had short brown hair and a beauty mark underneath the left side of his lower lip. He bore a smile on his face and spoke in a British accent.

All eyes were now on him as they looked at him like he was an angel or their saviour swooping down from heaven to save them against the menace that stole all of their money…

"I've watched you from afar and I was quite impressed… Still, I couldn't help but think it's a fluke but I commend you nonetheless! I would like to challenge you to a game… We will play darts! But first, we will drink 10 cups of beer and spin around 10 times in a circle before we begin! How does that sound?" The man's confidence was more than clear on his face, and it rekindled hope in the eyes of the losers around the table like never before.

"If you doubt me then don't! I'm a professional archer and have played darts all my life! I'm confident of winning!"

'Even if that wasn't a fluke, this guy has no initial stamina… After 10 cups he looked like he was ready to pass out, but his endurance after that was phenomenal… It seems like he gets hammered very quick and can maintain it for much longer… It's my perfect chance to use that to my advantage! Archery and darts are my forte and 10 cups of beer are nothing to me! There's no way I can lose,' The man inwardly thought to himself with a smirk as he confidently laughed on the outside to hype up the gloomy crowd.

"So, boy, what will it be!? Are you willing to bet all of your new earned money?"

"Hmmm…" Moby looked at the man's eyes and began to deeply ponder to himself. That was when he looked over towards Regrit's direction and saw his distressed face that metaphorically screamed: 'Don't you fucking dare waste all of these points or I'll kill you,' That was when he smiled in his direction and redirected it at the man ahead.

"Okay! I'm in!"