Chapter 3

Halfway through the competition Jack, John, Rhys and surprisingly Tosh remained. Gwen's rules meant that the competitors couldn't leave the table or throw up. Owen had quit first as the alcohol had had quite a strong effect on him. Ianto had left the table with the excuse that he had to wash the coffee cups but had retreated to the kitchen without collecting any. Gwen on the other hand had suddenly had such a violent hit of giggles she had fallen off her chair. She sulkily agreed that that did count as leaving the table.

"You know," Owen slurred "you'll die of schtomach poisoning if you keep on drinking."

"Isn't it liver failure?" inquired Tosh.

"Liver, schtomach, all the same really," replied the doctor, slumping into a dark corner.

Jack took the next drink.

"Ahhhh" he collapsed onto the table.

Rhys prodded him tentatively.

"Is he... dead?"

An indistinct "Probably" came from the corner where Owen had last been seen.

"Right," muttered Rhys.

"Ahhh!" groaned Jack, coming round. "Knew liver failure would get me eventually."

"Did you know you make the same sound when you die as when you wake up?" asked John inquiringly.

"Okay," said Gwen, ignoring John like everyone else. "So it's just John, Rhys and Tosh left."

"What?... No!" shouted Jack "I never left the table!"

"You died," said Gwen simply "All the alcohol has probably left your shys sorry system by now. That's not fair on the others."

"But the rules say nothing about dying, its just throwing up and getting off your..."

Jack was caught short by a shot from John, who was sitting across the table from Jack.

"Take him away, sweetheart," he said to Gwen. "He can't argue if we take him off the chair. He always was a terrible cheater"

"Yeah, he always cheats at naked hide and seek," piped up Ianto who everyone had forgotten about.



"How can you cheat at naked hide and seek?" queried Owen

"Errrrrrrrr..." said Ianto. Gwen blushed and pulled Jack off his chair.

By now Rhys was starting to sweat. He picked up a shot, sniffed it, leapt off his seat and ran for the toilets, where he made loud retching noises.

"Nasty," smirked John.

"Your go," said Tosh.

He drowned his glass in one. She followed suit. They sat facing each other taking it in turns until only one glass remained.

"Wait!" she exclaimed. "If there were a hundred glasses, Owen went after five, Ianto after seven, Gwen after ten, Jack after sixteen, Rhys after fifteen that means we've had ... twenty-six drinks each. And I can still do the maths!" Tosh was delighted by this.

"So who's going to take the last one?" inquired John politely.

Tosh grabbed it off the tray and jammed it down her throat.

"I won! I won!" she yelled dancing around the room.

Ianto, emerging from his hiding place in the kitchen, raised his eyebrows and tried to lean on a chair. On finding this chair was, in fact, non existent he slumped to the floor. Gentle snoring sounds filled the room.

"That was pretty impressive," John remarked to Tosh.

"I was raised on Sake"

"Right, now we are all totally pished, what do we do nexsht?" asked Owen from the floor.

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