"Chug! Chug! Chug!"

The chanting came from a small gathering around a long table off to one side of the fair, onlookers cheering on the participants of the drinking contest being held there. Three contestants guzzled can after can as quickly as they could manage, seeking to clear the target goal before time was up. 

The first contestant, someone dressed up like a strange reptilian creature, fumbled as they tried to open a new can too quickly. The can toppled from their grasp, striking the ground. A huge spray of liquid sent the can spinning in place, the costumed contestant scrambling to regain control of it. The onlookers laughed at the antics, and even the second contestant couldn't maintain his composure. The musclebound man nearly choked on his drink as a result, giving his chest a few hardy thumps before continuing to chug his drink. The third contestant had more success, the young woman refraining from giggling at the sight and placing another emptied can on her stack. The host stood off to the side, watching out for would-be cheaters and keeping an eye on the stopwatch held in his hand. He raised his free hand up into the air, letting it hang there for a moment. 

"Time!" The arm came down with a small swish of air. "Cans down!"

Some chatter filled the small crowd as they exchanged counts on who they thought had made the goal or not. The host moved over next to the first contestant, who had finally gotten their wayward can under control. Taking a moment to assess the pile in front of them, he gave a small 'tsk' sound.

"Sorry buddy, looks like you only managed six! Try again, yeah?"

The host moved over to the musclebound man next, assessing his cans expectantly.

"Only seven cans? Is that the best you can do?"

Finally, the host came to the third and last contestant, the young woman. There was a brief pause and a look of surprise flickered across his face momentarily, before he put on a wide congratulatory grin.

"Eight! Not bad! You hit the goal and you out-drank the other two. I'll put five silver points on your card for you."

"Wooo-urp!" The green-haired woman gave a small cheer, only for it to be interrupted by a sudden small burp. Her cheeks tinged pink in embarrassment, the onlookers chuckling among themselves. 

She gave herself a quick thump on the chest to clear things up and avoid further embarrassing goofs, tallying her points up in her head as the host started calling for new challengers to try their hand at his contest. She hadn't had any luck at all with the race earlier, and the test-your-strength bell only gave her a single point when she finally got it. That put her at six. Deciding this was her best bet to earn more points, she raised a hand even though she had yet to leave the table in the first place.

"Count me in for a round two." She volunteered once more, the host quirking an eyebrow in momentary surprise. He quickly shrugged it off, turning it to his advantage to try and entice more participants.

"Well alright then! Anybody want to try and see if they can out-drink the little lady?"

Arianna blinked at suddenly being presented as a featured challenge of the contest. Eight cans was a lot to chug in such a short time, only two participants before her had even managed it. Being no stranger to taverns and celebrations, particularly celebrations at taverns, it was a relatively easy feat for her. She had only done eight because that was how many she needed to win some points, beating the other participants was just a bonus. Except now the host had gone and made it a challenge to her and the crowd. She couldn't very well just up and let someone top her after a challenge like that, could she? Wouldn't be fair to them either, if they beat her when she wasn't giving it her best.

With an amused sigh, she waited for the contest to begin again. If nothing else, she would definitely have the points she needed to win that Poyozo Doll from the Tent of Horrors by the time she was done here.