Disclaimer: Ain't ownin' no Hellsing by me. I got this idea from RandomRomantist999 -thank you, 'cause I was having writers block.
"Ah, my little mignonete, what can I, a humble mercenary do for you?" Pip asked, following her into another room.
"Well, Pip, Master said that I couldn't do anything- even get drunk correctly. So, I'm taking that as a challenge to my ability." Seras said, batting her eyes at him.
"Zo, 'ow can I help, cheri?" The mercenary asked, now befuddled.
"Pip?"
"Oui?"
"I challenge you to a drinking contest."
At that the mercenary laughed so hard that he fell down. When he'd finally calmed down, he said- or, rather, panted- "Ze mignonete cannot truly expect to win this contest."
Her eyes turned red. "Oh, Pip," She began, letting her fangs show, "I intend to." She forced her eyes back to blue and then said, while batting her eyes yet again, "Besides, since you're so sure of yourself, don't you want to name a prize?"
She turned and walked to the bar, swinging her hips.
The mercenary sat beside her. "I win, I get to deflower you. Deal?"
She nodded. "Deal. And when I win- because I will win- You have to do whatever I say for the next night regardless of the consequenses."
He grinned, sure that he'd win.
*********************************************************ONE HOUR LATER*****************************************************************
"Oi, mignonete. How manny *hiccup* bottles of *hic* whisky have we drinking?" Pip dropped in a laughing fit. "Whisky, whisky, whisky- such a funny word."
Seras rolled her eyes. "Pip we've only drank one each. I used to be able to drink five even as a bloody human. How did you expect to win on this one?"