Beer? Death? Anyone?

Sighing in defeat, Chips lifted the cup to his lips and gulped down the last of the beer. He looked over at Ian, who just seemed relieved to have beaten him. "Well?" he asked. "What's it gonna be, mate? Incineration? Defenestration? Strangulation? AIDS?"

"I'll make it up to you..." Ian said, his words a little slurred from being very drunk. He was very relieved he won, especially since he didn't win often.

"Right. Jus' no inc'n'ration." He cringed. Flames really did hurt--especially when they made his skin literally melt off of his flesh. It wasn't a pleasant experience. As for getting Ian back....

Well, they'd no doubt do this again: Ian because he liked the thrill, and Chips because he didn't really know what else to do.

"Well you're just gonna have to jump out the window or something, cause strangling you would be to much work." Ian said, alcohol made him lazy. "I could shapeshift into something?" He suggested, but that also involved a certain amount of concentration that he wasn't actually sure he could acquire at the moment.

"Uh....I wouldn't min' a lion," Chip slurred. Committing the act himself was a big no-no in Chips's book; it was like giving up. "If ya can, dat is," he added. Otherwise, he hoped that Ian had some weapon with him because the Welsh demigod did not want a slow, painful death.

"Lion it is then." Ian said, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes to make himself concentrate. He opened his eyes again as he shapeshifted himself into a lion. Once in lion form, he moved back a few steps and made a snarling sound. He then pounced at Chips, aiming to bite his head in order to give his friend a quick death.

It still hurt like hellfire.

OOC: A few hours later, in the infirmary....

BIC:

Chips awoke in the infirmary with an excruciating headache and the awful taste of copper in his mouth. He groaned and ran his hands through his short brown hair. Ow. Ow. That hurt like a bloody tik. Gods, he needed a drink....and a ciggy. And maybe something else if he had the time.

Grunting in pain, he managed to sit up. Well, he lost that round, but he doubted that would be the last time he and Ian did a death match. After all, the son of Loki seemed to like having a good time and Chips was the son of bloody Váli. Like it would ever end like this.

OOC: The End