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Caritas; Tuesday Evening

"You wanna give me a dollar if I eat all the peanuts in this bowl?"

Tino just stared at Marshall.

Marshall grinned. "A dollar it is then!"

Oh, Marshall. You don't need to make bets to eat all the peanuts.

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Sing.

Drink.

Relax.

Play.

So here's the deal. I've been drinking. Sooooo pings might be non-existent.

Yeah. I blame Pard.

Barney spotted Marshall and the peanuts and it wasn't like it took much to figure things out. "I'll give you sixty bucks if you drink six beers in six minutes."

"A beer a minute?" Marshall asked. He thought about this for a moment. "Okay, you're on. Wait. Draft or bottle?"

"Bottle," Barney decided, sliding onto a stool. This would be good evening entertainment. "Draft's for pussies."

"It's the same thing," Marshall said. But he got out six bottles anyway. "You got a watch?"

"Do I have a watch!" Barney looked like Marshall was crazy and lifted his exquisite suit sleeve to reveal a shiny, shiny watch. "Now, when I say go, you start chugging and I'll start timing. GO!" No, he wasn't giving wait time for processing. Please.

There was a slight moment of flailing before Marshall grabbed the first beer and started chugging. It was slow moving at first but he managed to finish the first one in under minute.

"Oh god, I have to burp." Quick, Marshall! Spend your few spare seconds trying to belch! That will make it better!

"CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!" Barney chanted, eyes flicking between his watch and Marshall's progress. "Dude, you can burp later!"

"Okay, okay, okay!" Marshall shouted before getting to work on the second beer.

Barney was so gonna get puked on.

It was totally awesome to watch and know that even if Marshall managed it, he'd definitely barf. Maybe even on Tino. "CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!"

The second beer went down faster than the first, that was for sure. Though the look on Marshall's face was getting more nauseated looking.

He ended up starting the third. Starting being the keyword there.

Mostly because he ended up having to sneeze in the midst of the third one and ended up coughing up beer all over the place.

Jim walked in and took a seat at the bar. Taking a look around, he spotted the zombies.

This caused him to shoot the camera a worried glance.

"Hi. I think I'll have a beer."

Marshall immediately tensed up when he noticed the camera. He never did well with this type of thing.

"Of course you can have a beer, sir," Marshall said. "Because that is my job. To give you drinks."

"Gross!" Barney shouted, grabbing at napkins and trying to shake some of the pre-consumed beer off himself. "This was a twelve thousand dollar suit!" Not it wasn't. He just picked a random number to say.

"It was not, Barney," Marshall said, wincing. "Oh god I think some of it came out of my nose..."

"Are you feeling okay?" Jim asked.

"Of course!" No, he was not okay. Oh god, was his fly down? Well he couldn't look down and check, that would be too obvious. What was he going to do?

"Is my fly down?" Oh god.

Jim shrugged, stood up, and glanced down. "No, you're all zipped up. But I think your shoe was untied."

"Well! It cost more than your Gap jeans!" Barney complained, mopping his jacket in disgust. "Oh nasty, did you have corn for dinner?"

"Well you can't see my underwear through my shoe so that's okay." Oh god, Marshall stop talking. At least he managed to get Jim's beer without doing anything too embarrassing.

"No, I did not." Yes, he so did. "This is your fault!"

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