Shortly after Drew started in on his platter of wings Duck seemed inspired to start on hers with a voraciousness that was amazing! Score one for Team Awesome! Drew had inspired Duck to carry on with the challenge by his own example! Not only that but they were soon winning. Drew ate at a steady pace but no where near as quickly as Duck. Duck was an eating machine! Drew was suitably awed by Duck as they ate their way to some cash. By the time she was clearing her 8th or 9th platter Drew was on his 6th. Together though they were still outdoing the man that Duck had challenged.

The guy might have noticed it too. But that might have just been gas or something. Drew couldn't tell. Either way he was left to grin when Duck pointed out that he had something on his cheek.

"Hwell that's obvious yeah? Mean this is a..eatin' contest. Course I got something on mah face."

Drew leaned over real close to Duck's face.

"You got sa..sauce on yer face too ya know."

He poked her cheek.

"Right there."

At this point the waitress brought him a new platter of wings and Drew leaned back into his seat to keep eating. They had to beat this guy. They were Team Awesome!

Drew leaned in.

Andrea turned and blinked at him, a chicken bone in her hand.

He poked her cheek, and she raised a hand. "Wat? Where?!" Said hand was pressed to her cheek, where she wiped it- and all of the sauce on her fingers- onto her skin. She blinked at her hand, slowly realizing what she had just done, and let out a bark of drunken laughter.

"Dreew! You got me! I... I have shtuff on my face now." The Greek laughed again, and looked around for her napkins.

Bubba watched the whole exchange with a growing expression of rage on his face. His gluttonous appetite was reaching its end. His belly was very near full... and the goddamn kids were still eating! He fully blamed it on the green one. She was the freak who had gobbled up more food than her body should have allowed, but the other guy hadn't stopped yet either.

He was sure it was some kind of nefarious plan... He had been lured in hook and sinker, thinking that the dude was his only real competition, and now that he had pushed himself to keep up with the green mutant girl, her partner would steal the show. He was sure of it!

With a growl, and the whispered urgings of one of his compatriots, he lifted his napkin.... and threw it onto what was left of his plate. "I fold... You lot *grumble* ... win." His buddies exchanged glances and fished their wallets out, as Bubba did the same. Three hundred dollars was tossed onto the table in front of Drew. Andrea stood, letting out a whoop of excitement, and wiped her face with a napkin, wobbling unsteadily on her feet.

Bubba stood as well, face red with anger and embarrassment, and turned. But.... then he turned right back around. "No, you know what? You lot cheated! Using that green witch to gain the upper hand!"

The smile was wiped from Andrea's face... and when he took a step toward them she acted without thinking. One hand raced up and tugged her glasses off, and she speared the man with a look. He locked up, his expression still red and angry, and tipped over into the table. Empty and full plates alike went flying everywhere, and his buddies rushed to help him. Andrea turned and grabbed Drew by the sleeve, before hauling ass out the doors and onto the street.

Drew laughed uproariously as Duck smeared sauce on her cheek where he'd poked it. She laughed and he laughed and everyone laughed! Well they should have anyway because it was funny. The big guy, Drew had decided to call him Tubba, wasn't laughing. He gave up the three hundred bucks though and Drew hastily grabbed it 'cus Tubba looked sorta red. Maybe he'd explode and Drew didn't want all that perfectly good money wasted. While Drew was shoving the money into his wallet Duck was noisily celebrating. And she should! Because Team Awesome had won. Drew grinned crookedly at Duck.

Before Drew could respond Tubba got angry and shouted and then he was going stiff and Duck grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the bar and Tubba's friends were following them!

"Uh Duck? What did you do?! That guy just went thud!"

Drew's beer clouded mind couldn't fathom what he normally would have immediately chalked up to some sort of mutation. It didn't matter much because they were running and Tubba's friends had just popped out of the door of the bar. They stared around for a few seconds before following Drew and Duck.

"We've got f...friends!"

Drew remembered that he could move under his own power then and snatched his arm away from Duck so that he could face the two guys that were chasing them.

"No need ta get angry yeah?"

Surely they wouldn't attack. Right?

Duck...?!

Andrea ducked her head, giggling madly, and turned to glance over her shoulder at Drew. The action caused her to lose her balance a little, and she stumbled a few steps before catching herself. It only caused her to laugh harder at herself. “What am I ducking for?!”

Tubba’s friends appeared behind them, and she nodded her head sagely. “Oh! That’s why...!” More giggling ensued, for she just didn’t feel like she could stop herself, and it only proved to make the two men angrier. First she had done something strange to their friend, and now she was laughing at them?

“We’re not about to hit a woman... but we’ll see how funny you think this is after we beat your boyfriend here black and blue!”

Andrea cackled, doubling over onto herself, and the guys rushed Drew with fists and fury. One latched onto the front of his shirt, to hold him still, and reared his arm back, fist clenched so tight his knuckles were white.

Andrea, much too intoxicated to think on her feet, watched the whole thing happen before it registered in her head what was going on. They were after Dreeewww! She couldn’t let that happen! The Greek started to reach for her glasses, wobbling on her feet as she stood straight up suddenly.

She would stop this whole thing before it even began!

Boyfriend? Where?! Drew's head whipped back and forth as he looked for this boyfriend that Tubba's buddies mentioned to no avail. The liars. He turned back to them just as one of the guys grabbed his shirt.

"Whoa! That's not real friendly."

Was that a fist? Yup, pretty sure it was. Darn. With the guy's fist in the front of his shirt and his mind clouded by alcohol, Drew did the first thing that came to mind. He abandoned the shirt. Lifting his arms up Drew slid out of the shirt just in time for the punch to go sailing clean over his head.

"Now fellas, best not get carried a-away!"

Drew was silent for a beat.

"And c-can I have mah shirt back?"

The frowns on the men's faces said no. Drew pouted and wobbled in place just in time to miss getting kicked. When he put his hands out to steady himself he ended up shoving one of the guys away. No avoiding a fight now. Drew balled up a fist and took aim at one of the guys face's.

With a frustrated angry grunt, the man holding Drew's abandoned shirt was sent flying. "Why you little--!" The fist sent flying into his face stopped any more words from leaving his lips, and caused him to cuss colorfully. He staggered back, while his buddy stepped up to take his place.

Andrea took Drew's shirt straight to the face... but not before she got an eyeful (or two) of her friends upper torso. Which... was bear. One eye twitched and she staggered. The fact that Drew was shirtless registered, but she didn't have time to question how it had happened, as his abandoned shirt wrapped around her head.

It was trying to smother her! Shirt attack! The Greek started screaming FIRE!, because her drink addled mind told her that that was what she was supposed to say in the event of a shirt attack. Or was that just an attack? She shrugged inwardly, while flailing around and trying sloppily pull the cloth from her head. Sloth made it difficult, by wrapping himself around her neck, and latching onto it.

While she was fighting her own (pathetic) battle, the other man recovered from the punch to the face and hopped in to help his companion in the fight. "Quit wobbling around like a baby, you pansy!" He reared a fist back, and sent it spiraling toward the drunken, shirtless man...

The guy holding his shirt didn't seem too convinced to give it back. Less so when Drew punched him and his buddy stepped up to take his place.

"Ah-I guess that's a no then?"

Before he could pay much attention to the guy that stepped up he heard screaming from Duck! No, not Duck! Drew whirled around, heedless of where his arms went, and abandoned the 'fight' with the guys to help Duck out of the shirt.

"Now snakey g-guy ya need ta let go a that!"

On the bright side, not that Drew noticed this at all, his quick departure from the fight enabled him to actually outrun the punch that was aimed at him. Nope, Drew was more focused on helping Duck! After all she was part of Team Awesome! Teammates looked out for each other. Unfortunately drunken fumbling only made the mess with the shirt worse and Drew remembered that there were not so friendly guys around at about the same time. So with a quick "Shorry!" to Duck, Drew turned back to the two guys to fight.