The Randomness of Life Chapter 46~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya, Wednesday drabble challenge 6/19

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Prompted by: The Catsup Bottle~Ogden Nash

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First a little

Illya and Mark sat together at the bar pouring and downing drink after drink. A challenge had been issued and Illya accepted. The Brit could out drink the Russian; heir poison gin.

As each libation was swallowed, the shot glass was turned upside down on the bar.

Over twenty there now.

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Then a lottle

One by one the Russian matched him; Mark felt the effects of the liquor.

"Oooooy mate, I was raised on gin, 'ow come you not flat out from it?"

Illya hiccuped before answering. "I lived in London fer' three years...re-remember?"

"Damn," Mark forgot.

They both passed out.

A tie.