They pounded their fists against the table as the counted. "Ichi . . . ni . . . san—"
The glasses of sake dropped into the beer before they could finish, so they brushed the chop sticks aside from their beer mugs and started chugging.
Marik set his mug down first, still two-thirds full. "Nope. Not happening." He shook his head and took another sip, refusing to race.
Bakura and Ryou, on the other hand, glared at each other as they sucked swallow after swallow from their mugs, refusing to breathe as they each tried to be the first to finish.
Ryou won, slamming his mug back to the table and shouting. "Ha! I beat you, Bakura."
Bakura finished a few seconds afterward. "You bitch! I'll get you on the next round."
Marik shook his head as he continued to nurse his drink. "I can't carry you both home."
Ryou smiled. "This is nothing. You should have been here for my birthday. Everyone was so drunk that we couldn't even find Honda until Mai saw him asleep under the kitchen table." Ryou bounced up to his feet. "I'll buy the next round."