SSB / Reader x ?

Party Time! - Ike x Reader

'...I'm pretty thirsty...' You told yourself. '...I think I'm up for a drink or two.'

As you made your way over to the bar, some of the fighters sitting over there were already drunk from drinking too much beer, wine and many other alcoholic beverages. You had no intentions to get drunk anytime soon, so you ensured yourself of not drinking too much.

Most of the stools at the counter were already occupied, so you just leaned your body against the wall, patiently waiting for someone to leave.

A few minutes passed before someone did leave. Right away, you took your their spot and claimed it for yourself. And it was right next to Ike, who was one of your good friends for quite awhile now.

He looked at you and gave you a quick nod, taking a sip of the red wine in his hand afterward. "Hey (Name). What's up?"

"Hi Ike." You greeted him politely. "I'm doing alright. You?"

"I'm fine. I'm just kind of bored honestly." He admitted in a dull tone. "I want to do something fun for once."

"Well... why don't you dance on the dance floor? Or hang out with some of your friends?... You know, there's plenty of things to do around here."

"Yeah, whatever." He mumbled, and took more sips of his drink. Later on, you ordered yourself a tall glass of beer, and drank it half-way until Ike called out to you again.

"...Hey (Name)?"

"Yeah?"

"...We should have a drinking contest." He suggested, hiding a smirk. You just glared at him, as if he went insane.

"Are you crazy!? I'm not about to drink five glasses of beer with you!" You retorted, your deadly glare still locked on him.

"Oh come on (Name)! This'll be the only way I cannot be bored... And you know you're just desperate to win anything you can get your hands onto."

"I know I am... but I don't really want to end up like these fighters here on the floor." You pointed to some of the drunken fighters on the floor. He only responded with a soft laugh.

"We're not going to become like that (Name). We're just stay sober."

You let out a sigh, looking at him. "...Okay fine... you win. Let's just get this over and done with."

"Awesome. All the drinks are on me." He announced, with a faint smile forming across his face. Then he gestured the bartender to come over, and he ordered six tall glasses of beer for you and him. There was three of them in front of you, and three for Ike.

He picked up one of the glasses. "Alright then. I'll do a countdown, and when I reach zero, that's when we start chugging all of them as best as we can. And whoever wins, will gladly be with rewarded three-thousand dollars."

You nearly choked on your own spit. "What!? T-Three-thousand?!"

"Huh, yeah." He said. "Because it's a contest, a duel between me and you. And I'm curious to see who emerges victorious."

"My gods Ike. Why the hell are you urging me to do this so badly?"

He smirked before he answered your question. "As I said, I'm curious."

You looked at the three tall beer glasses in front of you. You knew you were making a wrong decision, a very wrong decision.

"In 3...2...1...GO!"

You quickly picked up the first glass, placing it against your lips and chugging it fast at first, but then very slowly later on. Immediately, you felt sick to your stomach. But you had to keep going.

Finally, you finished the first glass, and then you grabbed the second one. Drinking it quickly, and about half-way through, you slammed the glass onto the counter, panting a bit.

You looked over at your competitor, seeing Ike already finished with two, but he looked like he was about to throw-up. Not wanting to see it happen, you picked up the last glass, and slowly drank it, instead of drinking it quickly like what you previously.

If Ike wins:

Not wanting to drink anymore, you placed the glass on the counter, not even half-way empty. Burping and feeling the nasty aftertaste of the alcoholic drink filling up your mouth and lungs.

You looked over at Ike as he just finished the last of his drink. He jumped up, and claimed victory.

"Aha! I knew I would beat you (Name)!" He yelled, catching the attention of the characters around him. "I get three-thousand dollars, and you don't!"

You only sighed, and watched him fall over the first step he took. You just laughed at him, before you didn't decide to help him up, at all. Honestly, he didn't really deserve it after all.

If you win:

Forcing yourself to drink the salty, yet sweet liquid, you just finished it in matter of a few seconds before Ike did. You looked over at him, and he fell to the side in his chair in complete defeat. All you could do was laugh at him.

"Yes! Beat that Ike!" You jumped up, but fell over right when you did that. You just laid there on the floor, with Ike right next to you.

You burped and closed your eyes, feeling the drink slowly taking over you. Making you feel weary.

"Ah gods... I totally regret doing this..." You rubbed your head.

"....H-How was that even possible?" Ike asked, mostly to himself. "...I was thinking that I would win... without any trouble."

"Well, you thought wrong.' You said, laughing afterward. "Welp, there we go... three sweet thousand dollars to me... And not you."

"Ugh... just s-shut up..."

You chuckled. "Okay, I gladly will you loser."

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Sorry if that one kind of sucked... :/