As I watched, Lucien and the other two clinked their glasses together, the sound echoing through the bar. After they threw back the shots, John and Rick’s features contorted from the fiery brew as it slid down their throats. Their faces turned red and sweat popped on their foreheads, their eyes beginning to water. Lucien, however, seemed unfazed by the drink. His eyes locked with mine, and setting his glass down on the surface of the counter, he licked his lips and murmured,"Your turn."
Knowing I was going to regret what I was about to do, I gave a nod, and filled a glass with the potent liquid. The room had fallen mostly silent, a large portion of the patrons watching the challenge. Taking a deep breath, and feeling the heat from the peppers sting my nose, I downed the shot. The burn was
