"Bet I can out-drink you."

Saying those words to Dante was your first mistake. The second was actually trying and being all confident about it, too. In any normal case, maybe you would've, but not Dante. Not anyone with Sparda blood.

Being a half-demon, he could heal faster, hit harder, lift more, and metabolize liquor faster than he could heal. He knew that. Perhaps if you had stopped to think about it, you would've known that.

But you didn't. So here you are, 10 rounds of shots deep with Dante on the couch in your apartment, and wondering through fuzzy thoughts why he looks perfectly fine.

It was an unfair match-up.