Gilbert's parties were always awesome. Because they were so awesome, Klara had to change into awesome clothes. She had now had on a pair of grey plaid pants with black zippers all over, a red tanktop with the words "Jingle -cencored-ing Bells" in black lettering, a pair of mid-calf high black Converse, and a Santa hat.
"Hey! Drinks are on Klara if she can't beat me in a chugging contest!" Christensen yelled over the roar of the party.
Klara hadn't really drank beer at all in her life (gasp! how un-German), but that was because she was underage. She was going to win against the Dane. She'd been winning all night so far, and she wasn't losing yet. "You're on," she hissed.
Christensen grabbed a bottle for himself and shoved another in Klara's hands. "1... 2... 3... GO!"
Both tilted their bottles back along with their heads. "Chug, chug, chug," the crowd chanted, Gilbert being the loudest. He passed around a hat collecting money for the bet on who would won; the vote was mainly on the Dane.
Despite the odds being heavily placed against her, the last drops of beer slid out of the rim and down the young German's throat. She pulled the bottle away and wiped her lips free of the liquid. Christensen followed shortly after.
"Und it looks like zhe vinner is... KLARA! Oh, meine kleine Schwester, you von!" Gilbert picked Klara up and spun her in circles. "I knew you had it in you!"
She threw her head back while sticking her arms out in victory. "Vell, I am Deutsch after all," she laughed. The alcohol was already starting to take a little bit of an effect on her. 'I am going to have a HUGE hangover tomorrow if I keep going like zhis.'
Her older brother's party seemed to be a bit of a blur after the chugging contest. She remembered drinking some more, doing a bit of dancing, some arm wrestling, putting a crab into Antonio's pants (she usually took the place of one of the BTT members when they weren't available), and slurring out Christmas songs with a dirty but humorous touch to them. There wasn't really much after that, or as far as her brain recalled. Really the only thing she remembered after the Christmas carols was changing clothes for Francis' party and stumbling out to the car before passing out in the back seat.
'I hope I didn't do anyzhing dumb after zhat,' Klara wondered before drifting off to sleep.