Just a Drinking Game...

They clacked their mugs together with flashing grins.

Rizz sniffed and sipped the booze with a light hum. "Mmm… I get why you love this shit." 

"Darn right, I love this shit. It takes a man to know what he wants, and to embrace it with everything he's got, no matter what the rest of society thinks of him!" Perry took a swig too, barely able to stop himself as their little game got started. 

"Sounds like you and I will get along swimmingly. So I'll let you go first, old timer." 

Perry dragged his chuckles through the nose on his bill, adding a peculiar, purring hum to his tone. "You're on, greensprout. I hope you can hold your own, cause I won't let you blow chunks all over my table." 

"Oh, I'll be fine. Cause you'll black out before I'm buzzed." 

"Oh! Those are mighty fighting words coming from a toad!"

Shaking his head, Rizz raised an eyebrow. "Drink up, old man."