Clash Of The Drunken Titans (For Thatoneguy) Complete

1:37 am - Somewhere In Japan.

"Woooh Baaaby!!!! You Loooose again Boi!!!" Roared the drunken Clyde Gastin, as he danced on top of a table covered in beer in a local bar not too far from the Sex Wars dorms. About 5 minutes ago Clyde had challanged a rather large man to a drinking contest, to see who could guzzle down 25 cans of Yebisu beer the fastest.

Natrually Clyde won; and began to drink the left over beers while proclaiming.... "Im Tha Best Drinker Alive!!! Ani't no man alive who can drink me under the goddamn table!!" Clyde roared proudly on top of the table he shouted on.

"Then how about a woman?!" Chelsea would yell, approuching the table and would smile at him. Chelsea would say, sitting at the table. "By the way, I'm Chelsea Rivers, and you are Clyde Gastin right? The supposed drunken champion, right?"

Clyde ceased his dancing on the table before turning his head to see a rather cute young woman approaching the table he stood on.

A grin then creeped on Clyde's face after hearing the girl's challange before replying. "Heh, Whatever you say Missy..." Mutterd Clyde as he looked down on the girl from the table he stood on before turning to the bartender and yelling; "Get Mo' Beer!!!" Clyde then sat down at the table waiting for several Bottles beer to be placed on the table.

"Chelsea Rivers, huh? I've heard a little something something 'bout you around here... And yea... I am Clyde Gastin... The Baron of Booze, The Boss of Beer, The Wizard of Wine, The Angel of Ale, The Drunk of Drunks!" Clyde Gastin roared proudly with a cheesy grin after boasting about his many titles.

"So many titles for a man who wants to lose as fast as posible!" Chelsea would say with a smile and looked at Clyde. "So, you up to losing to a girl?" Chelsea would tease. She would start to prep herself mentally, and would perhaps start to mess with Clyde. She whistled, hoping to get his attention, tracing her cleavage lightly with her finger after licking it.

Clyde chuckled at the girl's attitude and confidence, he didnt thnk she'd be so up front about trying to prove him wrong and beat him, but Clyde didnt care; he was too busy eyeballing her cleavage as she traced it her finger before licking it; turning Clyde on quite a bit as he let out a brief gasp of air before he licked his lips suggestively as he now looked Chelsea in the eye.

"Whether it be a man or woman... I dont give a damn! Im gonna win!" Clyde exclaimed loudly.

The bartender then arrived and placed Several Pitchers of beer on the table beside Chelsea and Clyde, a crowd of people soon encased the two as they prepared to witness the contest between the two.

"The rules is simple... The one who can drink the most beers wins! We dont stop till they're all gone! Hope you're ready to get yo ass whoopin served cold, babydoll!" Clyde said taking a pitcher of beer in his hands waiting for their contest to begin.

"Well, I'll just have to prove that kids just can't hold their beer!" Chelsea would tease, hoping to piss Clyde off even more. "Well, those are some mighty big words coming from such a little guy!" She had teased, sticking her tongue out at him to furthen her teasings. She would grab one pitcher and wait for the signal to start drinking.

"Ha! In your dreams Old Lady!" Clyde teased back. "And trust me baby, Everything about me is big..." Clyde said a smirk before sticking out his tounge as well, shamelessly flirting with this woman who was so much like himself.

Clyde then gripped the pitcher tightly in his hands, signaling they were about to begin. "Reeeeadyyyy.............GO!" Clyde said quickly before he took the glass pitcher to his mouth and began to chug down the cold beer as fast as he could.

Chelsea started to do the same, going as fast as she could without spilling and had paced herself well. After she was done with one pitcher she would quickly grab another pitcher and starts to chug that one.

Clyde and Chelsea seemed to be going at the same pace for a while. Both of them chugging down a full pitcher of beer in a matter of seconds.

Clyde wasn't really having any trouble at first; He got through 9 pitchers before he started feeling a bit tipsy. "What!? Already!?" Clyde thought to himself before realized that the previous beers from the contest had less than 10 minutes ago were catching up with him. He knew that his pride had gotten the best of him, but he wasnt about to stop yet, he continued to chug as fast as he could; trying his best to keep himself strong and not lose.

Chelsea had been right up there with Clyde in the numbers of pitchers drank, but unlike Clyde, Chelsea was keeping up the pace she had on the first pitcher. "He's good, but I'm better!" She had thought to herself, finishing up a pitcher and had grabbed another one, keeping her pace still.