Maximo spat away one of those small wooden sticks that he was biting on, you know, those that are used for tooth cleaning.
After Matt had swept all three drinks down in a matter of seconds he grabbed a hold of those bottles again and filled them up for Maximo. As the various types of liquor were being poured Maximo gave off a slight grin.
"You know Matt. They say that if a man finishes his drink before he can even begin to enjoy it, he lacks class. But even worse, he's more scared than a teenage girl trapped in a haunted house.
You know what I'm trying to say here?"
Matt's face was full of confusion, did he really just try to insult his capabilities of drinking?
[color=#FF7700]"Oh yes, you bet your damn ass I just dissed you.
You are chicken-shi* coward Matt. Just like your brother. And you two are going down, you going down real hard."
And as Maximo finished his last words he began steadily, but sloooowly, drink those three glasses down.