Arianna blinked in surprise as the mercenary responded to the rude teenager by elbowing him in the face, the table shaking slightly as a result. Noticing the cans about to fall, she pushed herself back up into a proper sitting position and made to reach for the pyramid. Luckily, Fero was quicker and managed to stop them from toppling over.

"Whew, nice catch." She thanked, giving a small sigh of relief. It wouldn't have been much of a problem if the cans had fallen over, really, but it was nice to avoid having to pick them all up. She paused, considering if she should call Fero out on his slightly over the top response to being shoved, but decided against it. She had no idea if he actually suffered from muscle spasms or not, that huge grin on his face aside, and didn't want to risk accusing him of lying about something that was true.

It was moot in any case, as the teenager wasn't particularly hurt from it. She actually had to give him some credit as he did his best to shrug what just happened off, even as his follow up attempt at hitting on her left her bewildered. Where had he got mercenary boyfriend from? She'd only met the older man a few seconds before this kid, who was apparently named Gavin. Before she could compose a suitable response, however, the judge announced the start of the contest once more. Her bewildered expression solidified into a focused one, determined to win herself another five silver points and out-drink both of her fellow contestants.

She snatched up can after can, rapidly guzzling down the contents with competitive haste. She was so focused, in fact, that she failed to notice that both of the other competitors were having a much harder time of it. She reached eight once more, securing herself her points, and managed another can. She would have made it ten, but half way through the last can the judge called time. Setting the half-drunk can aside, she shook the mild daze out of her head and and tossed her hands up in the air.

"Woo! That's how it's done!" She cheered, managing to stifle a burp behind a hand this time, and blinked as she noticed just how few cans her fellow contestants had managed. Her expression first shifted to surprise, having expected that at least the mercenary would manage better than that, but it quickly shifted into amusement. They'd managed even less the the guys from the previous round, and were nowhere near close to winning silver points. Much less out-drinking her, even if that wasn't strictly the point.

"Even better than before with nine, that's amazing! That's another five silver points for you, young lady, though it is a shame neither of these gentlemen could put up much of a competition." The Judge exclaimed in mild surprise, likely having expected her to either do eight again or hit her limit in the process.

"I'm just glad I haven't run into some of my drinking buddies he-urp-re." The green haired and slightly tipsy woman pat at her chest, face flushed slightly pink again. This time it wasn't entirely embarrassment, however, as she had downed a total of seventeen and a half cans after all. She played it off with a short laugh, scratching the side of her head with a light smile. "I don't think you'd have enough stock if that happened."

Everyone laughed at the joke, although the punchline was that it wasn't a joke at all.