Completely unaffected after drinking 13 men under the table

"Do you really have to keep at this?" remarked 18, annoyed. She was incredibly bored, having done nothing but sit there nibbling on some seared Ahi Tuna as an appetizer while she waited on the boys to finish their stupid drinking game. But at least her drinks were tasty.

"Oh, hush," replied her brother. He took another sip of the foamy amber liquid in his glass. "Ahh, this may be the best yet. Sweet and full-bodied, but not too filling. Creamy, yet crisp. This bourbon ale - that's what it's called, right? - is simply fantastic."

The last remaining college student stared at him blankly. "Uhhow...um...are ya...doin thizz? Yous...oughta be...passin out now." Surrounding him on the floor were about twelve different guys, several of them having vomit stains all over their expensive blazers. Two were even snuggled up together. They had been effectively humiliated and silenced, much to the surprise of everyone there.

17 gave the last one conscious a derisive glance as he cooly drained the rest of his glass—the brother passed out just as the last drop disappeared. Standing up and stretching, completely unphased by any inhibiting effects of the alcohol, 17 put his foot on top of the guy's back.

"Well, boys, it's been fun but it looks like I'm the only real man here." He began walking towards the door, stepping over and onto several of the guys who were out on the floor.

The bartender, stunned at what he had just observed, couldn't even find the words to speak. Finally, just as they were to the door he was able to mutter, "Now don't ya'll go drivin' nowhere, ya hear me? I ain't never seen anybody drink as much as you, and you outta be careful getting home."

"Don't worry about it," 17 smoothly said. "I don't intend to drive anywhere. And besides, alcohol doesn't affect me."

- Bringer of Death Chapter 40