Ghost put his drink down after a long chug, and proposed a bet to the team.

"A'right, new game. Twen'y minutes. All o' us try and get as many numbers as we can from anyone in this bar. Lucky bastard with the highest count takes away.. say ten pounds from each o' us?"

"Twenty." Soap grinned. "I ken I'm a better deal to any lass than all of ye."

Everyone grunted in agreement, and the game began.

All retreated after the twenty minutes.

"Eight. Not too bad. 'Nd you, Cap'n?" Ghost added. Price shook his head.

"Only five. Seems no broads really like the 'stache."

Roach proudly raised three fingers.

"Hard luck today, only got away with six." Gaz sighed. Soap stood up victoriously.

"Bingo! 'M better than the lot of ye, made it with twelve! Guess the jackpot's all mine, fellas."

"Fine." Ghost groaned. "Wait, {{user}}, how many'd you get?"