Chester and Isaac started drinking, one down the hatch - neither of them was phased, two, three, four, still not effect on either of them, they were both as drunk as they had been before they started. They finished the first plate of pints that the woman brought in, and Chester grinned at Isaac. "You know, I was expecting to feel those crackers more, maybe they weren't foul play." Chester mentioned as Isaac smiled "Yeah man! Of course there's no foul play, we're honest gamblers!" He chuckled, as he ordered in another dozen of drinks.

20 or so drinks later, drunk in less than half an hour, the two men were visibly rather drunk. Chester felt a cold sweat, woozy, tired. More drinks came in, and he drank another few glasses of grog, Isaac matching him for every step.

"S-Shots." Chester mentioned, as he hung his head. Isaac smiled, the plate of shots came in, and the two gulped down one shot after another, the crowd was now cheering on the two for each shot, Chester's hands were trembling, as he grabbed the last shot glass, he gulped it down, and Isaac did the same, but before Isaac could turn it over, Isaac felt his hand slip off of the table, and he collapsed.

"AND THE WINNER IS CHEESTEEEER!!" The Barmaiden shouted, holding up Chester's hand. Chester grinned, his face pale from all the alcohol - and the crackers, as he looked at Jeko. "P-Pay up, betting-boy."