"Nod givin' up eh?" Ceres replied, chuckling softly. She had downed two beers in one go, but had done so on purpose. As right now it would give her a bit of time to rest. "Aw man, yer fallin' behind. I'm more dan onne ahead. Guesz I hav te waid a bid." She was still sitting up-right, and felt like she could go on for a while longer anyway. But little tricks like this were part of a drinking match! He had the option to drink just as fast as she did after all.

And then they both finished 15 mugs of ale. Still Ceres didn't feel like she would fall over. Another two or three at the least, maybe four even. Though preferably not, as passing out on deck sucked. She'd rather first wobble towards a hammock or something. "Sho, reddy te giv up yed?" She stammered, filling her 16th and waiting for him to either do the same, pass out, or stop. Once again she grinned playfully, as if she wasn't even close to being done yet. Though that depended on whether you saw another 3 mugs as being close or not.