john+dave+jade+rose chugging burping (fem focus)

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

The four teenagers were huddled around the wooden table in John's basement. Typically used for card games and impromptu magic tricks, it now served as a battleground between rivals. Atop it's dusty surface stood two large bottles, fizzing away with clear liquid, alongside several empty cups. At one end, Jade sat, with a look of unadulterated determination on her face, whereas Dave was positioned opposite of her, stoic as always.

"Why wouldn't it be?" John asked, glancing across at Rose. "I mean, it isn't like we have anything better to do with the Sprite." The copious amounts of sparkling soda had been purchased in advance of the get-together, though in the end very little had actually been consumed. "No point in not using it up."

"Yeah, and I'm gonna kick his ass!" Banging the table with one fist and smirking, Jade stared daggers at Dave. "Last chance to back out, coolkid!"

Dave snorted derisively. "You wish. Let's just get this over with. Egbert, do your theatrics or whatever, just let me know when to start whooping her ass."

"All right, then!" Standing up, John cleared his throat, earning a short bout of clapping from Jade and mutual eye-rolls from Rose and Dave. "You get two cups each. I'll keep the one you aren't using full so you don't have to stop to refill them. The first person to finish off their bottle wins. If neither of you do, then I guess the winner is whoever drinks the most. That's...basically it."

Sighing, Rose cradled the bridge of her nose with one hand. "Fine. I still want to be put on record as thinking this is a tremendously silly way to spend an evening, but fine."

In response, Jade jumped up and quickly exited the room, to confused stares from the boys. Moments later she returned with a third bottle and a cup, and deposited them in front of Rose. "Here! Now you can play too!"

Rose stared at her. "Uh."

"Forget it, Rose," John remarked goodnaturedly, "at least you won't get thirsty. Now then, is everyone ready?" Carefully, he filled both competitors' glasses, and both nodded in confirmation. "Alright, on your mark, get set...go!"

The second the word had left John's mouth, both Jade and Dave raised their respective cups and began guzzling. Before long, they managed to effortlessly drink their respective glasses, and almost simultaneously, both slammed the now-empty cups onto the table, grabbing the second as John dutifully refilled the first. For her part, Rose watched silently, leisurely pouring herself a cup of her own and sipping thoughtfully.

Dave was the first to finish the second cup. "Better keep up, Harley," he chided, coughing slightly from the fizzy residue and picking up his third glass. Across from him, Jade sputtered a bit, draining the last of her second cup, before slamming it onto the table.

"Oh, I'll do more than keep up, Strider! I'll-"

Her sentence went unfinished as a sudden, unexpected belch forced it's way out of her throat. John and Dave startled slightly at the noise, whereas Jade herself merely paused wide-eyed for a moment. Before long, her determination came back, and she grinned at her opponent. "More room for the soda!"

By now, both Jade and Dave's first bottles were only two-thirds full. John inspected both carefully, doing his best to make sure both players had roughly the same liquid in their glasses. "Wow, you guys are actually a lot better at this than I thought! Right, Rose?" Glancing up, he noticed the pale girl was reclining on her pillow, slowly sipping her second glass as she watched the main spectacle unfold.

Although he wasn't going to show it, the carbonation was starting to wear on Dave. He managed to down the last droplets of his fifth cup before a slight wave of discomfort swept his body. Before going for the sixth glass, he stopped, one hand on the edge of the table, and gave an audible closed-mouth hiccup that sent his entire body jerking upwards. Moments later, he grasped the sixth cup, only to find that Jade had caught up with him during his downtime and was reaching for her own sixth.

"What's wrong, Dave? Not feeling so hot?" Smiling mischievously, she pulled her own receptacle closer, using her free hand to pound at her modest chest to belt out another powerful burp. "You can still just give u-urrrrrp-!" Even though she had forced down the same amount of sugary drink as Dave, her lack of modesty meant she could expel much more pent-up gas, a clear advantage given the circumstances.

Dave glared at the island girl, eyes narrow behind his shades. "Again, Harley. You. Fucking. Wish." With that, he started chugging his seventh cup, as Jade did the same. John could only watch in awe at his friends' ability to chug, and as the two finished their seventh cups at nearly the same time, he moved to refill Jade's, only to be intercepted by her hand.

"That's how you want to play, Da-arruuupp-ve?" she said, a predatory grin spreading across her ruddy cheeks. Reaching across the table, she grabbed her soda bottle from John, now slightly below half full, and began guzzling it straight from the bottle. In response, Dave gave a seething hiss before grabbing his own bottle, pouring his own cups and drinking them immediately.

John blinked. "Uh, okay, I guess you guys don't even need me then. Huh." Sitting back, he watched as Jade forced more and more of the pop down her gullet and Dave refilled his mug at almost blinding speed. Before long, however, the adrenaline rush seemed to fade from both participants, and their drinking slowed down.

Despite his chill exterior, Dave was feeling sick to his stomach. The occasional hiccup wasn't enough to relieve the strain on his tummy, and he put down the bottle and cup, breathing heavily. Across from him, Jade did the same, gasping for breath before launching into a rapid-fire cacophony of belches and burps.

"Fuc-burrraaaap!-k, maybe that was a bit -brroooop!- too much...-hic-urrraaap-" Even though there was an extraordinary amount of gas in her system, she was clearly still interested in winning, and before long she had picked up the bottle again. Gritting his teeth, Dave reluctantly returned to his cup. He only had a few cups worth left to go through, and he was determined to make it.

Four cups became three, and three became two. His stomach groaning and painfully sloshing about, he pulled himself up and poured himself one more glass of soda. The last drops in the bottle had gone into that cup, and he just had to drink it. Slowly, carefully, he lifted it up, hands trembling, and took a slow, light sip...

...before groaning and slamming his head on the table. "Fuck. Fuck it, I fucking give up. Jesus Christ." Hiccuping in defeat, he heard the thud of Jade's empty cup hitting the wooden surface, and he looked up to see that she had successfully drained her entire bottle. Her eyes were screwed shut for a moment, before she triumphantly grinned.

"Woo! I won! I to-urp-ld you'd I'd win!" John merely nodded, evidently in shock at how quickly everyone had drank so much soda, and he moved to give Dave's back a gentle rub, eliciting another pained groan from the knight. "It's cool, man, I know Dad's got some antacids somewhere..."

"Sorry, Dave," remarked Jade, "but I'm still the best! Isn't that right, Jo-" She froze, before shudder and letting another wild burp fly. "Whew! That was a good one, huh? Hey, Rose! Did you see it! I beat Dave! Isn't that...Rose?"

Everyone turned to look at the gothic girl, who was sitting in an upright position. Her eyes were closed, as if she was meditating, and beside her lay the bone-dry plastic bottle she had been silently sipping from during the entire contest. As John opened his mouth to say something, she raised one hand to silence him, before gently raising one hand to her chest, and-

"UUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-RRRRRRROOOORRRRRRRRRP!"

A deafening belch exploded from the petite girl, stretching onward into a behemoth of an expulsion. It was far, far deeper than any fake burps John had heard in his movies, a rumbling and gurgling blast of hot air fueled by two liters of carbonated drink. As it slowly wound down to an end, retaining power and energy for almost seven seconds, Rose teetered slightly. Finally, the mammoth eructation ended, leaving a significantly warmer room and three shell-shocked teenagers.

"What?" she remarked, tilting her head slightly. "Jade was doing it too."

Blinking, Jade leaned back slightly. "Whoa. Hey, wait, she drank her bottle too! Does that mean she came in second?"

"U-Uh...sure, I guess?" John was clearly still in shock from witnessing the unladylike release, and let himself fall backwards onto the dingy couch behind him. "So, Jade was first, and Rose second, and, uh, Dave third."

Dave groaned and banged his head against the wooden table.