Tolerance
The liquid burned her throat.
"That was the worst thing I have ever tasted," Mary thought.
Karen offered to buy Mary another, but she declined. Not too long after Duke and Karen were having one of their weekly drinking contests. They were each three shots, two beers, and a glass of wine in when Mary heard a deep voice from behind her.
"It's a marathon for heavy drinkers," it was Gray.
"How do they do it," She asked him, in awe of their tolerance, wincing at the taste lingering on her tongue.
"Practice," he replied, taking a gulp of beer.