Jonah smiled a little on the inside. He sat himself beside the man, relishing the feel of the cold beer glass beneath him.
Quickly, he held the glass to his lips, downing it in several, loud gulps.
"A drinking contest you say?" The man gave a limp nod. " Bartender, twenty of your strongest shots." The bartender hurried back behind the bar, delighted at this boom in business.
"So, fancy a little wager on this contest?"