Gulp, gulp.
Britt Ford tipped her head back and downed a bottle of beer in one go.
As her neck tilted back,
following the motion of her throat,
those two mounds of flesh swayed along.
Darien Griffin couldn't help but swallow.
"Alright, Deputy Secretary Ford, you're truly bold. You drink one, I'll drink two."
Without hesitation,
Darien raised two bottles and emptied them in the blink of an eye.
After Darien finished drinking,
he saw the sorrowful expression on Britt's face.
Curious,
he asked, "Deputy Secretary Ford, you seem a bit down."
Britt said nothing,
raised her hand for another bottle,
wiped her mouth,
and asked, "Director Griffin, do you dare to keep up?"
"Dare? Of course, I'm up for it! How could I not? However much you drink, I'll drink double."
With that,
he downed two more bottles.
Just like that,
Britt finished another bottle,
and Darien drank two more.
After just a few minutes,
six bottles of beer had gone down.
