Let's see where this goes now.

Spoiler: Winning Vote

[X] You aren't doing this sober. (Join the Contest, but Drink first

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SURFER! CHICKEN! BEST MATCH! A Dangerous Foe. SURFIKEN! YEaahhh~

"Koga! I'm entirely too sober to deal with today! Help me fix that!" You spoke to the air, thrusting an arm out and expecting it to be filled.

Roll 1d100 for Drink. Rolled...34. Not bad.

And you weren't left hanging, as a nice cool tropical drink was placed in your awaiting palm, where you swiftly began chugging it like a two dollar Slurpee, barely taking note of the cold, the lemon taste, or Koga speaking from behind you.

"While I don't mind a little daydrinking in Hawaii of all places, be sure not to make this your go-to vice if at all possible Young Master. That said, would you like another Blue Lagoon? You seem to have drained that remarkably." Koga admonished before holding up a small tray filled with three more glasses and a tumbler with ice.

You handed your now previous glass to the Third-Arm Sash, uncaring of the blue stains around your mouth and growing brain-freeze, and took the tray from Koga as you went towards the beach. Also uncaring of the careful trail of empty glasses left in your wake as Koga grabbed another set of ingredients.

"Keep em coming till I can't feel whatever stupid shit I inevitably end up involved in!" You shouted back after your third chugged glass. By this point the alcohol was beginning to overtake the brainfreeze.

"Right away! Three parts vodka, 1 lemonade coming up!"

This will be a longwalk to the beach.

8 GLASSES LATER

"I'hm here to Surf and PROBS Die! For MAGIC BULLSHIT!" You slurred out at the competition desk, drink in one hand, a new one in the second, and the Third-Arm Sash now literally juggling empty glasses.

The official, a normal looking, if incredibly sunburnt man, watched you with a raised eyebrow, looking behind you to Koga who shrugged and nodded.

"Look, kid, you seem a little sloshed. I don't know if you should be doing this. Surfing can be-"

"KOGA! MONEY THIS MAN!" You shouted out suddenly, cutting off the man from whatever he was going to say.

You tossed aside another empty glass and considered wondered what was bluer at the moment, your tongue, the sea, or your balls.

Koga also popped open a briefcase filled with around $40,000 dollars in 10.

"Perfectly safe for someone who's as confident as you! Surf's up bro!" Came the completely changed tune of the man, now cradling the case like it was his own child, as you stumbled past and Koga mugged a surfboard from someone trying to sign up after you. God he was reliable. Why didn't you bring him more places?

"Right, RIGHT, the depravity, attempted murder, and loss of sanity..." You muttered around a half straw still sticking out of your mouth, before you spit it out into your last glass that had been brought with you.

Yep. You were DEFINITELY hammered. And loose. And Confident. But that was the Vodka. Pure, strength granting, Vodka.

Roll 1d4 for encounter. Rolled...2. MONKS!

Speaking of stupidly stong things though...

"HEY! GUYSH! ISSH Jack!" You called out with your arms waving wildly as you came stumbling into the Monks space on the beach, being greeted with Wide eyes, facepalms, and gasps of astonishment.

"Aww, Jesus Jack. Are you STILL drunk from Thailand? That beats out ma grampies record by three days." Clay spoke first, dislodging his face from his hand even as Omi flittered about your form pulling and measuring every swaying motion, and Raimundo simply looked at you with dead eyes.

"Fuckin hell man, wh yare you even here? We thought you quit while you were ahead with the whole Wu hunting thing when you got thrown into the horizon by that massive explosion. Or, well, Omi thought that. I thought a bit worse, to be honest." Raimundo bluntly spoke, making you twitch to the side, nearly headbutting Omi before he went back to studying your back.

"DON'T JuSH KILL ME OFF! And Wha Explos-Expo-Kaboom? All I saw Was COLORS AND FIRE! And being naked in a field." You drunkenly listed, counting off with the Third-Arm Sash before dropping it and Omi on the ground at the last.

He quickly sat up on his knees though, looking happy as all get out.

"OOOOHHH! That would be my own doing! That last minute healing you took lasted more than four hours! I would say to consult a Chi specialist, but it was MOST fortuitous to you! Most likely, It healed and nerve or muscle damage from both the impact and the explosion! I didn't even know I was such a good healer." Omi seemed to subtly brag at the end, puffing up and displaying his small, muscled chest to the sun.

You stared down at him for a moment longer before looking back up, tading long looks with both Raimundo and Clay, before turning around and stumbling away.

"I WASH WRONG! I'M NOT DRUNK ENOUGH! KOGA! FIX IT MORE!" You shouted off into the distance.

Meanwhile, the Monks waved to the back of you, before going back to their own business, Omi shouting one last time.

"IT IS WONDERFUL TO BE SEEING YOU STILL ALIVE, BUT YOU SHALL NOW BEST KIMIKO AGAIN THIS DAY! YOU SHALL BE FRIED THIS DAY!"

"It's SMOKED Omi, do you even read that Slang dictionary we got you for Christmas?"

END OF CHAPTER

GAINS

Drunk: We're drunk.

END OF GAINS

CHOOSE 1 OF THE BELOW

[] That dune sure looks comfy...

[] So what the Clucks up with you, Bird?

[] I'm Drunk, Rich and with Barely and Supervision, TRY TO SCORE

[] Actually try and Surf? can't be too hard.

[] We aren't done Drinking until we're more Potato than Blood.

[] THIRD-ARM FUN

[] Can we Drink it?

END OF CHOICE

So we get a little bit more info. Thw whole story will get out when I WANT it to get out. Or keep it as an injoke just to drive you all people, cause that's also a narrative tool people can do. Enjoy.