Riley's eyes gleamed at the challenge placed in front of him. He didn't like get shit-faced, but what the hell, he could let go every once in a while. He also was also uncommonly good when it came to holding his alcohol. He watched the pyramid forming and being filled up with some form of clear liquid. As the act was finished he listened to the rules, though he could have guessed it himself. As Damien said "Go" Riley quickly got to work on his own pile.<br/><br/>He averaged 2 seconds per shot, but obviously got slightly slower as he made his way down. He hadn't had this kind of contest since a few decades ago. He finished his last shot at just over one minute. He was definitely feeling the effects of the rush of alcohol, but he knew all to well it took a few minutes to fully hit anyone. That was why many people think they are fine, but realize later how wrong they were. The good thing for him was he had only partaken in a martini before, so his system was able to better adapt to the sudden change in alcohol content. It was also to his advantage that he was immortal. His body was extremely good at keeping him level. This was due to the<span style="font-style: italic">years</span>of practice and the different chemistry that made up his body. Regardless, there was only one thing on his mind, only being further enhanced by the alcohol.<br/><br/>He desperately hoped he would be able to remember every minute of this day and night, which meant he was probably done with alcohol at least for the time being. Pushing the dirty thoughts racing through his mind, he looked over to see how Damien was doing.