When Fero sat down next to Arianna, he glanced from the cans in front of her, to turning his head to look at her.  He was about to say something to her before someone sat down on the other side of him at the table. Before he knew it, he was being shoved aside by a teenage boy. A detailed eye would have noticed a quick, but subtle change in expression on Fero's face, like he was challenging someone to a serious battle, but it quickly softened. He hated being interrupted, and he surely didn't care for someone shoving him. What worse was that he sounded like he was insulting this young woman, something that Fero would absolutely not stand for. 

"Whats a girl like you doing in a drinking contest?" The boy said while shoving Fero a bit more out of the way, even though he had a clear view of the girl beside him.

That was it. Fero was fuming inside. Who did this punk think he was? As soon as the boy applied enough pressure to Fero’s arm, his expression changed again, subtly, to one of sudden enjoyment, but softened again before anyone would notice. He put most of his force into his arm as his elbow made contact with the teenager’s face. 

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” Fero exclaimed quickly, almost as if that were planned. “Old battle injury! Random muscle spasms! You understand.” 

Fero said with the biggest grin on his face, the grin was from satisfaction, but if anyone asked, it was because he was sorry for what happened.

The teenager’s mood seemed to be ruined thanks to the purple haired mercenary. 

With the motion of Fero elbowing the boy, the table shook, and Arianna’s pyramid of cans started to topple over, but Fero quickly reached out with his other hand and grabbed the top can, keeping it from tipping over. He was both preventing a mess, and showing off his reflexes. 

As soon as he righted the cans in front of her, the judge put out the full cans in front of all of the competitors, waiting until 10 were in front of each of them before raising his hand, and calling the start to round two of the competition. 

“Ready…. Go!” he shouted, throwing his arm down.

Fero quickly grabbed a can in front of him, opening it, and chugging it down. It didn’t take long for him to realize that he couldn’t stand the taste of beer. 

1 down.

2 down.

3 down, barely.

By the time he got to his fourth can, he was having trouble keeping it down. He didn’t have it in him to look at the girl to see how badly he was being beaten at this point. His concentration was on keeping the liquid from coming back up. 

After a few seconds more, the judged called time. “Cans down!” he yelled, as he walked over to check their progress. 

“Hmm… Four?” he said with a small chuckle, looking at Fero.
 
“Hmph, Let’s see how the others did” he said, walking towards the teenager, and Arianna.

Fero was feeling embarrassed, and sick to his stomach. 

“Give me a giant mechanical cat, I’ll show you what I can do” he said under his breath. Obviously, drinking wasn’t his strong suit.