The man grabs you around the waist with his index finger in your gut and his thumb on your shoulders. He lowers you into one of the six glasses on the tray. It's one of those glasses with the narrow bottoms and wide rims. The back of your head and your butt are pressed against opposite sides of the glass. You can't stand up. The man is still resting his thumb on your back, as he starts to fill the other glasses with beers.
"So, Don, ready to down 6 beers in 60 seconds. I know you've done it before, but I'm betting $100.00 against you swallowing all these beers." The voice booms echoing through the glass. The noise of the TV, bar patrons, and juke box makes it hard for you to hear your brother's response, but you catch the words "eight" and "lite." The giant's thumb on your back rocks back and forth with the giant's booming laughter.
You start screaming, "It's me, Bryan! Please don't do this! DON! Don't drink me!"
"Don, it's too bad your brother Bryan isn't here to watch his big brother win my money!"
Again, Don's response is muffled by the noise. Something about Bryan being a great kid, and wishing he was here.
"I AM HERE! I AM HERE!" you scream
"I think I hear a who," the giant snickers into the glass.
"WHAT?" booms Don, he moves into view as he leans to hear the bartender.
Cold beer crashes over your back, and sloshes around your ankles. You choke on the beer, it stings your eyes. You are released as the man withdraws his thumb, just as the cold foaming beer level reaches you butt crack. You push off the bottom, your head breaks the surface, you breathe deep, while treading water/beer. The smell of hops and alcohol is overwhelming. Three feet of foam rise above your head. No when can see you, except for the bartender whose hand is wrapped around the glass.
You hear thunderous chanting, "DON! DON! DON! DON!"
He must have started chugging the beers.