"The hell are you on, girl? You have a full glass of vodka in your hand and are suggesting we have one shot for starters? Are you crazy?" I complained internally.
The fear of losing to Amber flashed through my mind again when I recalled how inhumanly high her drinking capacity was. I had almost lost consciousness from inebriation after getting into the car the last time I had drinks with her, yet Amber only had some trouble with walking properly. For a while, I even doubted whether she was entirely immune to alcohol. I sighed internally as Amber raised the glass in her hand, but it was already too late to back down now, doing so would only be equivalent to admitting my loss.
"Cheers!"
I performed a light toast to boost my confidence and clinked glasses with her. Amber smiled with her ey
