Double Star.

20: Sorry.

PoV Sarah :

-"THREE SHOTS...FIVE SHOTS...TEN SHOTS...THIRTEEN SHOTS ! SHE'S KILLIN' IT !". I was feeling a little dizzy and excited, lively and more relaxed and my cheeks were burning up but I was still conscious of what was going around me.

The two girls lost their balance and fell on the table after taking seven shots leaving me the only girl in the middle of this heckling. three men got drunk and started to lose control of themselves then fainted on the ground with their euphoria and hallucinations, after taking fifteen shots. And here we are, just three persons left, a Brazilian man seemed to sink off to sleep, but with an effort, tried to pull himself together and shook his head off, the bodybuilder who didn't seem to crumble and me. It seems like we are all at our sixteenth shot.

-"N...Need a break...". Suddenly, the crammed man started to throw up announcing his defeat.

-"PEDRO IS OUT !". Seems like I'm the only one left with the bodybuilder. I glanced at him and he smiled bringing another cup to his mouth.

-"I never thought a frail girl like you could handle strong alcohol like that ! ". The black man declared dumbfounded.

-"Neither did I !". I laughed amused...by what again?

-"Daaamn Luke !! Your girlfriend is a beast !". Someone patted Luke's arm and he closed his eyes annoyed, he kept glaring at me the whole time and telling me to stop the moment I reached five shots but I responded that "mister pain in the ass" needs to chill so he just sighed and left me but still watching me from afar. How can someone be like that? He's so stuck...

-"She's not my...whatever". He stared at me worried and I looked away, feeling the pressure of my blood rising.

-"Fill 'er up ?". Someone asked and I nodded. Everyone started screaming and cheering me, they didn't expect that someone like me could handle this amount of alcohol, even Londi and Emily stayed speechless, they, who could only take two small cups before getting drunk.

Honestly, I'm also a little bit surprised, I discovered in myself a new skill if I could call it a skill. But deep inside it didn't really shock me since I remember my mom never got drunk, even after drinking a lot.

-"You're going to end it ?". Lincoln from Prison Break smiled at me, arching an eyebrow. I stared at him dreamily, he didn't say a thing since the battle began, looking mysterious and manly. His sharp gray eyes didn't move from mine and I sneered at his serious face.

-"Of course, Lincoln Burrows ! Why are you being so serious ? You look just like mister. monkey-ass right there with your tense face". I glared at Luke and everyone started making fun of him, playing with his hair and striking his shoulder. Everyone's afraid of him ?... My ass !.

A big smile appeared on the face of the very imposing man and he put his elbows on the table, trying to get closer to me.

-"Let's make a deal". He said still having a big smile on his face, challenging me with his tipsy eyes.

-"If I win, you'll make out with me". The people around us started screaming and hissing but the more the seconds pass the more I'm starting to lose my awareness and feeling the dizziness growing.

When I took a look at Luke, he was frowning and clenching his fists so much that his blood vessels appeared on his hands.

-"Okaay...And if I do ?". I leaned my head on the side, starting to feel my head heavy. He smiled revealing his dentition. He's not really bad, I could say that he's even attractive with his almost bald head and muscled body.

-"We'll see". He whispered, removing his elbows from the big table, taking his twentieth glass, and pointed it towards me.

-"Cheers !". He declared before drinking. I stared at my full glass and I felt the sickness rising to my throat. It's okay, we can do it! I brought the cup to my mouth and tried as hard as I could to force myself, not feeling the burning fluid flowing through my throat like before, but I stopped, drinking only half of it.