Daniel balled up his shirt and threw it over his shoulder as if he didn't care where it ended up. His attention was focused intently on Teddy. This was a challenge, and Daniel wasn't going to back down from it. He had something to prove, even if it was to a stoned and drunk upstart who thought a frat house was his castle. For a moment, Daniel just planted his hands on his hips, back straight, sizing Teddy up. No flexing, no posturing. Just letting his chest and shoulders speak for themselves. A man who knew exactly what he was putting on display.
He made sure to swallow any reservations or hesitations he had about this situation. Holding his breath was one thing. Not breathing while chugging beer was another. But he got himself inverted above the keg with the assistance of the boys. He had no doubt that there were some gawkers who expected him to face plant the moment they flipped him. But his hands and arms were steady. None of that trembling from strain.
Those first few seconds were disorienting. But once he got his bearings on the necessary process, it wasn't terribly difficult. Soon, he was aware of numbers being shouted. The seconds passing as they approached Teddy's mark of 20. And Daniel became aware of a complication he hadn't anticipated: stomach capacity. And upside down wasn't helping matters. His head was swimming with the effort. Just five more seconds. He didn't care if he puked the moment it was over. Just hold out.
4 more seconds.
3 more.
2 more.
1.
The moment he heard a wild shout of "25!" he tapped out. Any longer and his arms would give out and that would just be undignified.
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He made sure to swallow any reservations or hesitations he had about this situation. Holding his breath was one thing. Not breathing while chugging beer was another. But he got himself inverted above the keg with the assistance of the boys. He had no doubt that there were some gawkers who expected him to face plant the moment they flipped him. But his hands and arms were steady. None of that trembling from strain.
Those first few seconds were disorienting. But once he got his bearings on the necessary process, it wasn't terribly difficult. Soon, he was aware of numbers being shouted. The seconds passing as they approached Teddy's mark of 20. And Daniel became aware of a complication he hadn't anticipated: stomach capacity. And upside down wasn't helping matters. His head was swimming with the effort. Just five more seconds. He didn't care if he puked the moment it was over. Just hold out.
4 more seconds.
3 more.
2 more.
1.
The moment he heard a wild shout of "25!" he tapped out. Any longer and his arms would give out and that would just be undignified.