The competition ensued, and cartons after cartons of wine were served. At this point, Daly and his gang started worrying about the bill. How much can one guy drink? Is he Dionysus or something?
“Mr. Johannes, let’s put in another rule: no toilet breaks!” Levi suggested.
Daly couldn’t hold it in anymore, but he could only agree at this point. Another bout started, and the more Levi drank, the clearer his head became. Wine usually makes people drunk, but Levi was an anomaly.
Apparently, Levi was the only anomaly here. Daly and his gang felt like their stomachs were going to explode, as well as their bladder. The competition had dragged on for too long, so the sobering pill’s effects had expired. Now they felt the alcohol kicking in, and the group couldn’t hold on any longer.
They couldn’t understand how Levi managed to take so many shots. He must have drunk more than a thousand shots now, but surprisingly, he looked fine.This guy must be Dionysus himself!
“Carry on!” Levi shouted.
“G-Give me a minute! I can’t hold my pee in any longer!” Daly sat on the chair, not even moving an inch, but before he could react, Levi force fed him one shot of wine.
Shhhhh.... They could hear the sound of water flowing, then hot air came up from below, while a rancid smell spread.
Zoey quickly covered her nose and stayed far, far away. Daly peed in his pants!
This was the most embarrassing thing Daly had done in his life.
“Go on!" Levi took twelve more shots, forcing them to continue.
“No! We can’t!”
“Just do it!” Levi pressed another guy down and forced another shot down his throat.
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