A Healer’s Journey (Finnegan and Nuthana) Novel novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145 Throw Up 

Finnegan clenched his fists, a furious look on his face. 

Matthias egged him on by saying, “Well? You’re not going to be a sore loser now, are you? Hurry up drink!” 

“I’ll drink it for you!” Mandy said as she picked up a bottle and started chugging away. 

This time, however, Finnegan did not stop her. 

“How dare you call yourself a man when you let Mandy drink on your behalf?” Ariendel exclaimed disdainfully. 

The other pretty girls chimed in and mocked him as well. 

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“She’s my woman, so what’s wrong with her helping me out a little? You guys can carry on with this on your own. I’m done!” Finnegan replied solemnly. 

After downing an entire bottle, Mandy clutched at her tummy with her face burning bright red. “Yeah, we’re done!” 

Her stomach was hurting badly, and she felt a strong urge to throw up. 

“You can quit if you call yourself a coward three times and roll out of this private room, Finnegan! Otherwise, you’ll have to keep playing until you’re able to get the next player to take your place!” Matthias challenged. 

“Don’t push it too far!” Finnegan shouted. 

“How are we pushing it too far? It’s not our fault you can’t keep up, you f*cking coward!” 

“Mind your language, Matthias!” Mandy snapped at him. 

Matthias shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m just stating the facts here. We’ll never chicken out like him!”. 

Finnegan slammed his hand on the table and said, “Want me to keep playing, huh? Fine, but let’s change the rules a little bit. Sips will be upgraded to glassfuls, and glassfuls will upgraded to bottles. I’ll keep playing if you guys have the guts to!” 

His. loud voice stunned everyone around him. 

Even Matthias couldn’t help but tense up and turn to Vilmar, who narrowed his eyes and replied with a smile, “Sure! We’ll play by your rules if that makes you happy! You’re not going to chicken out on us again, are you?” 

Matthias believed that Finnegan was simply bluffing to scare them into quitting. 

Finnegan seemed to hesitate a little when he heard that, which made Matthias all the more certain about his guess. 

Confident that Finnegan was just bluffing, Matthias added, “That’s right! We don’t mind playing by your rules, but are you able to handle it?” 

Finnegan gritted his teeth and clenched his fists as he replied, “Of course! I won’t quit until everyone here has had their turn!” 

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Matthias let out a hearty chuckle. “All right, then! Let’s see who chickens out halfway through!” 

“Finnegan?” Mandy called out to him worriedly while clutching at her tummy. 

However, Finnegan didn’t seem to hear her and proceeded to spin the wheel. 

He looked just like a gambling addict with the way he was clenching his fists. 

“Hahaha!” 

Matthias and the others burst out laughing about ten seconds later. 

“You really did this to yourself, man! Look what you’ve done! You have to drink three bottles instead of three glasses!” Ariendel exclaimed while wiping the tears off his face. 

As Finnegan had upped the ante, he had to down three bottles of alcohol. 

“You really are down on your luck, huh? Here, I’ll help you with two bottles,” Mandy said with a wry smile as she picked up a bottle of liquor. 

“Okay!” Finnegan nodded and grabbed another bottle for himself while everyone watched on gleefully. 

This time, however, Finnegan drank it very slowly as though it were poisonous or something. 

His face turned pale after he finally downed an entire bottle, and he was drenched in cold sweat. 

Mandy was halfway through drinking the second bottle when she put it down and ran into the restroom. 

The urge to throw up was too much for her to bear, so she couldn’t be bothered to hide it anymore. 

She threw up so much that her face was pale, and she couldn’t walk straight by the time she came out the restroom. 

Ariendel quickly stepped forward to hold her steady. “Mandy! Are you okay?” 

Mandy shook her head and sat down next to Finnegan. “I can’t do this anymore, Finnegan.” 

Finnegan pointed at the bottle, which was half-empty, and said, “You can stop after finishing this one. I’ll handle the rest.” 

Mandy stared at him in disbelief but did as told and forced herself to finish the bottle of alcohol anyway. 

Realizing that Finnegan was probably doing this on purpose, she started to regret using Finnegan as a shield. 

“How can you even call yourself a man, Finnegan? Didn’t you see that Mandy went to throw up just now?” Ariendel yelled angrily. 

As though he didn’t hear her, Finnegan continued spinning the wheel. 

Everyone, including Mandy, fell silent and stared at the wheel. 

Feeling relieved when he saw the arrow stop at the box that had the next player drink, Finnegan leaned back and said, “Finally, it’s someone else’s turn to do the drinking!” 

Mandy, too, felt glad that she could finally stop drinking. 

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Vilmar and the others were a little disappointed that Finnegan got a break. 

In order to keep him playing, Vilmar shot Matthias a glance and motioned at him to spin the wheel. 

“Watch this!” the latter shouted as he spun the wheel with all his might. 

Everyone watched on intensely as the wheel spun rapidly. 

“Hahaha! You sure are an unlucky one, Finnegan!” 

The arrow indicated that the previous player, which was Finnegan, would have to down a bottle. 

Once again, everyone at the table flashed him sly grins in response as they waited for him to start drinking. 

“F*ck!” Finnegan exclaimed as he grabbed a bottle and started chugging it down. 

“I’ll continue spinning the wheel, then,” Matthias said after watching Finnegan finish the entire bottle. 

He then proceeded to spin the wheel, only to have it land on the box that had the next player drink. 

Matthias shoved the wheel in front of Vilmar and said, “You’re up, Mr. Vilmar.” 

“My luck can’t be that bad, right?” Vilmar said with a chuckle as he spun the wheel. 

Everyone fell silent when they saw what the arrow pointed at. 

Vilmar’s face turned red with rage, and he clenched his right fist in anger and frustration. 

Three glasses? According to Finnegan’s rules, that’d be three bottles! 

“Awesome! I thought my luck was bad, but it seems yours isn’t any better, Mr. Vilmar! Since this is your first round, you won’t ask someone to help you out, will you?” 

Vilmar was going to have someone help him with the drinks, but Finnegan’s words stopped him from doing so.