Victoria watched Luke and Diana take their turns and give their counter-challenges with an air of amusement, completely confident in her odds as she brushed off being turned down. She had been drinking past the point of excess for nearly a fifth of her life at this point, she could almost guarantee she had more practice than either of the other drinkers. Not to mention the other advantages the scarred Oceanic had over them. Luke was very clearly wasted already, it looked like just a whiff of whiskey would be enough to send him right to sleep. Diana was a positively tiny little cunt, even compared to her own freakish height. There was no way that the tyke's little body could hold enough alcohol to keep up with an Oceanic's need for booze!Or so Victoria hoped. It was going to be very embarrassing her if she lost. Not because of the punishments (as good as they admittedly where.) She had certainly done weirder things than strip naked and call people "Master" while drunk. No the embarrassment would be that she had been defeated at her own game. It was truly her match to lose, she wouldn't allow herself to be bested!

[color=#4F97A3]"I'll take your bets, you gumby idiots. Hope you like crawling around on all fours like a dog 'n' serving me in the nuddy, cuz that's how you're going to be for the rest of the day. It's going to be absolutely amazing 'n' I'm going to be laughing for every single minute of it "[/color] She gulped down her next drink and wiped away a bit of spare foam, slamming the glass back down.

Diana's burst of rage caught her entirely by surprise, Victoria snickering at the way she shook and sloshed beer all over the place. [color=#4F97A3]"Calm down, you utterly minuscule cunt!"[/color] she barked uproariously. [color=#4F97A3]"You're wasting perfectly drinkable booze!"[/color] Apparently Diana was touchy about her height, which made sense to Victoria. She'd be a little peeved too if she was so comically small she needed help reaching high shelves. [color=#4F97A3]That's not fair, you dropped most of it! You should have to take another one.[/color]

The wide eyed look of shock earned Diana another giggle. [color=#4F97A3]"What's a matter? You heard me tell you you're going to have to strip naked 'n' you thought it was going to be crushie? sorry to disappoint you but you'd best get used to it. In fact, I'm looking most forward to you two lovebirds kissing 'n' making up! And no dry kissing shit, I want tongue!"[/color] Clearly the two had some bad blood, it was going to be funny to see them mash face. They were both much better at talking shit than they were drinking and there was little in life more enjoyable than watching two naked teens debase themselves because of a lost bet. Three lost bets in this case. 

When the smallest of the trio called out to someone else Victoria turned her attention to them, lazily waving a hand in greeting. [color=#4F97A3]"Bonza to meet you! Most people called me slasher back home, but Victoria's fine too. Heads up, call me Vicky 'n' i'll slit your fucking throat ear to ear!"[/color] Her lopsided grin stayed etched into her face as a sign that she was joking about the threat. Mostly.

When she turned back to Luke she was suprised to see him tossing back drinks like a madman, her smile wavering for a split second as she watched the soldier knock out two beers at once. She had underestimated him, maybe this one wasn't as guaranteed as she thought. 

[color=#4F97A3][i]"Or maybe it is."[/i][/color] Slasher thought to herself disappointingly as the man slumped to the floor in a heap. For a brief moment he had shown that he had the chops to roll with her, a rare feat indeed. But the candle that burned the brightest burned the shortest, leaving only two of them left. Oh well, time for him to take his lumps. Victoria crouched down next to the unconscious drunk, undoing his fatigues with practiced hands. First the boots and socks, then the pants followed by his top, and then the underwear. He was completely exposed for all to see as he was propped back up in his chair, Victoria tugging it away from the table so it didn't block anyone's view of his manhood. 

[color=#4F97A3]"The so-called 'champion' is down!"[/color] she announced triumphantly to the bar. [color=#4F97A3]"Now the old cunt of a King is dead, long live the bloody Queen!"[/color] 

She picked up another mug and took a drink, eyes boring directly into Diana's. [color=#4F97A3]" 'N' there's still one stupid peasant left to fucking [i][b]CRUSH.[/b][/i]"[/color]