“If I may, Mr Announcer,” Larry initiated, “I’ve been weighing my options in the corner there, and I’ve decided to throw down the gauntlet and challenge Leonard to a game.”
“Sure thing, kid,” the announcer shrugged, “and way to pick fast! Another second too slow and the computer would’ve started acting up.”
“Excelsior,” Leonard grinned, hands behind his back, “I do believe I possess a certain marked advantage over this, how shall I put this, massive loser! I’ve been developing computational formulas ever since he’s been spitting up formula!”
“Well hold on there,” Larry exclaimed, “As my old Uncle Wilcox used to say, let’s don’t be so cock sure of ourselves! You haven’t even heard what my challenge is.”
“Ah, yes that would be an oversight on my part,” Leonard admitted, “Very well! What manner of challenge did you have in mind?”
“Nothing too crazy,” Larry assured, “though maybe nothing quite as sexy as that limbo competition from earlier! Just a little game of Quarters, that’s all.”
“Can’t say I am familiar with this supposed colloquial pastime,” Leonard said, “What’s the objective.”
“It’s just a simple drinking game I used to play with some guys back in college,” Larry explained, “The object of the game is to bounce a quarter off of a table and into a glass. We take it in turns, and if you can successfully bounce it in, your opponent has to take a swig from their beer mug. Loser is the first to empty their mug, or pass out drunk… whichever comes first. I don’t mean to brag, but I developed quite the tolerance in college. English Literature degree by the way, in case you were wondering.”
“Nobody was!” the announcer declared, “Alright ladies and gentlemen, our contestants have agreed! Let’s set the table!” Another wireframe model of a table materialized from thin air as the two players took their seats. “As it happens, today’s first drinking game is brought to you by Ankh’s Own Egyptian Hopps! Alright gentlemen, hope you brought your long necks! It’s time to play!”
“Since I’m the one who called this challenge,” Larry said, pulling a quarter from his pocket, “Allows me to demonstrate first.” He flicked the quarter onto the table, bouncing the coin into the air and straight into the glass. “Heh! Alright Leonard Nimrod, take a swig and take your turn.”
“It’s Nelson,” Leonard rolled his eyes, “and very well. Hand me that beer.” The computer nerd took a swig from his frothy amber drink, slammed the mug down, and took out a quarter of his own. He bounced it off the table, making the edge of the glass but missing the inside of the cup. “Botheration!”
“Hey, not bad for a first try,” Larry commended, “Here, watch how I do it!”
The gentlemen continued to play the game for a good few minutes. Larry, he proved, was a bit of an expert at the game, even managing to nail a few tricky shots after a swig or two (“it helps that I’ve practiced this for hours with my roommates”). Leonard, of course, only managed to get the quarter into the cup twice in the whole game. He had about half of his drink finished before he passed out on the table. Larry Letterman 1, Leonard Nelson 0.
“And we have our winner, folks!” the announcer called, “Give it up for Larry Letterman!”
In a flash of light, Leonard vanished and was replaced with a big titty barmaid cat girl. She had a wide, beaming smile on her face and a full mug in either hand.
“Me-wow! Thanks for letting me play, Larry!” the transformed Leonard meowed, “I’ll be rooting for you to win so that I can make sure you finally catch some tail!”
“For you, Lenny,” Larry nodded, “I’ll go the distance!”