“I Know Exactly What I’m Doing”
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“You never know until you try!” Lance crowed, before immediately starting in on the massive meal. “Come on, Keith, I bet I could totally eat more of this than you!”
In his defense, he wasn’t quite so fool-headed enough to attempt this challenge without first asking if they could do it as a team. It’d taken a lot of wheedling–not only of the cantina-owner, but also of all the other Paladins, before he finally got everyone to agree to this.
But hey, whatever it takes for fame, fortune, and free food and a t-shirt, right?
(Apparently, the prize of bragging clothing for eating ridiculous amounts of food was another universal constant.)
For what it was worth, they actually did pretty admirably for seven rather puny aliens attempting a challenge clearly meant for much, much larger patrons. It was about halfway through the significant sandwich that they began losing steam, and Lance, now fairly certain his overstuffed stomach was going to rebel at any moment, was only keeping at it to try and win his bet of being able to eat more than his declared rival.
His only solace was that Keith was looking just as green around the gills as he did.
Vin felt sorry for them. She really did. They certainly didn’t look like they were from this neck of the woods, which already put a spotlight on them. Add to that the increasing laughter around them the greener each of them got, and it was making for quite the spectacle. And damn, she was never a fan of second-hand embarrassment.
“Gedo, tag me in!” she hollered, slapping her palms down on the table and practically jumping out of her chair.
“Sorry Babe, that’s not part of the bet!” the stout cantina owner fired back, raising the set of hands that wasn’t occupied with polishing glasses. “Rules is rules and them’s losin’ fair and square, y’hear?”
Vin clucked her tongue, her features scrunching stubbornly. “Ohhh, no. No, man, look. You owe me. There was no way that whiteback I brought you last week weighed that little. You got how many steaks out of that thing?” She stared Gedo down, a brow arching sharply. The other alien hesitated, but ultimately shook his head, waving her off with a muttered ‘Whatever, they’re gonna lose anyway’. With that little tiff out of the way, she turned and sauntered over to the humans’ table, spun one of the chairs about and plunked down on it backward.
“I told you so,” she spat at Lance, reaching out for thus far untouched hunk of the massive sandwich and sizing it up with a sigh.
