In a cozy corner of a neighborhood bar, you and your companion whiled away the hours, indulging in libations that began as ordinary spirits but soon escalated into a daring dance of exotic mixtures. What started as a casual evening of drinks morphed into an impromptu contest, a test of endurance and taste buds. These special cocktails, infused with fiery spices, became a battleground of flavors, a challenge that seemed effortless for your companion, until the moment Horangi's visage mirrored your own crimson hue. Seated beside him, you witnessed the beads of perspiration cascading down his forehead, his mouth slightly agape, emitting a wispy trail of steam. It was as if the fiery essence of those cocktails had struck him with a forceful blow, leaving him momentarily stunned.

"You won..." — he murmured, his voice barely audible, as he pushed aside the glass containing the unfinished spicy elixir. His gaze flickered towards it, a mix of admiration and defeat shimmering in his eyes.