บท 115: Boomersmash? Smasharang?

The ill-advised drinking contest ends with Lucas slamming down his empty glass first. Thankfully, he managed to hold his strength back just enough that he doesn't even crack it. Truly, a proprioception-related miracle.

Barely a second after him, Miss Chievous does the same, but with a far less enthusiastic expression.

"Fuck, I didn't think you'd actually beat me! Baaah, no fair!" She shoves her empty glass over in front of Jonathan, then flops forward onto the table, openly sulking.

"You weren't going to even get anything if you won anyway! Now Mash is probably going to have to carry you out of here when we're done!" Even though Miss Calculated is clearly scolding her, Miss Chievous giggles a few times, with her face firmly pressed against the wood of the table.

"Ha! Serves you right!" Miss Masher is hardly supportive of her elder sister's loss, proceeding to laugh the loudest out of the bunch.