[Andrea grinned, her arm shaking with effort as she bore down against the grip of the man across the table from her. The crowd roared as they teetered in the center, the wood creaking slightly under their elbows.
Then something gives. She arches a brow, takes a breath, and quite suddenly there is a loud SLAM as their fists hid the table, making the empty shot glasses scattered on it clatter, of which there were far more of on the opposite side of her.
The crowd cheered again as her opponent tossed back a shot and slammed it down on to the table before tottering away.]
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Then something gives. She arches a brow, takes a breath, and quite suddenly there is a loud SLAM as their fists hid the table, making the empty shot glasses scattered on it clatter, of which there were far more of on the opposite side of her.
The crowd cheered again as her opponent tossed back a shot and slammed it down on to the table before tottering away.]
Come on, boys, I'm getting thirsty!