As Viktor walked into the bar he saw the scene that is repeated across the wastes. The gambling, drinking, the hookups for "behind closed door" activities; it was all there. None of it seemed interesting at the time, and Viktor was hoping to get in and out of the damned place without being harassed. He knew that was highly improbably though. Still made the attempt though and managed to get to a seat at the bar with brushing past as few people as he could. He kept his head slightly tilted downwards trying to avoid any unwanted eye contact with somebody looking for a fight. Viktor made the mistake of just not simply putting on his "If you fuck with me, I will kill you" look which he usually has in this atmosphere.
When the bartender walked over to him, he quietly said "I'll take two of the strongest drinks you have." The bartender looked back at him with a wry smile, saying louder than Viktor would have preferred,"Tough guy, eh? 'Aye I'll bring 'em right up if 'ya got the money to pay."
With that said, the man sitting next to him who seemed to be sweating liquor turned to look at Viktor. "What's that he says? A tough guy? You don't look so tough to me, now do 'ya? I'll let you know I've got the toughest stomach in the Wastes, and will challenge 'ya to a drinking contest. Winner buys the drinks. What do 'ya say?"
Viktor looked back at the scraggly drunk. He thought about for the offer for a moment. A few free drinks have never done me any harm... Viktor decided against it though. "I appreciate your offer friend, but it is of no good to rob a drunk of his money." The man did not take the reply as a no however, and by the time the barkeep had came back over with Viktor's drinks, the man told him to set up his special drinking game. The barkeep simply sighed and walked back to get the other drinks needed while the man explained the game.
"Now, I'll have three pint's of beer. You'll only have three shots of the Pumphouse's special. Whoever finishes first, wins. The only rule, is that 'ya can't touch the other man's glass. Got it?" The man said as he finished explaining the game to Viktor, who simply nodded his head in reply. Seeing this set-up before, Viktor immediately knew that the man was trying to hustle him. He also knew that the man was already half drunk, and Viktor had the upper hand. After the barkeep had served a few people, he came back to the two with the beers and another shot of the Pumphouse's special.
"Alright... Ready? One... Two... Three!" The man said as he quickly grabbed his beer glass and began drinking it. Viktor grabbed his first glass, and having no idea what it was going to be like, downed it in one gulp. He quickly realized that this wasn't nearly anything as strong as what his father had made, if anything, just crude bourbon. He set the first glass down, and picked up the other two with both of his hands, quickly foiling the man's hustle. The man, realizing this after looking down from finishing his glass and preparing to put it over Viktor's last one, angered quickly. He slammed his glass down as Viktor finished his third shot. Viktor smirked at the man, who began to accuse him of being a cheater.
He soon after made a drunken barfight swing at Viktor, who quickly moved his head and simply pushed the man off of the stool with his right hand. The man quickly lost balance and fell off of his stool. The scene managed to attract quite a bit more attention to Viktor than he would have liked, hoping his stay in the town would have been quiet. Vikor offered the two remaining beers to whoever wanted them and asked the barkeep for a glass of water. Upon finishing the water and paying for it, Viktor left the Pumphouse and walked back outside quicker than when he came in. He managed to find a shady spot on the side of the building where he sat down for a few minutes.
