"That won't be necessary." Leah Sinclair took a deep breath and told the person pouring drinks on her side, "Let's begin."
By the fifth shot, Leah Sinclair wanted to smack herself. 'What rotten luck,' she thought. 'How could I lose five times in a row? Did I use up all my luck on pool earlier?'
Around the tenth shot, Leah Sinclair felt her luck turning. The other side started losing, one after another. By the time it was Ben Coleman's turn, Leah had already downed seventeen or eighteen shots. Her head was starting to spin; it was all happening way too fast.
Ethan Shaw and Riley Sterling watched her, dazed and groggy. Leah Sinclair asked Ethan Shaw for a cigarette. Ben Coleman lost four rounds in a row at first, giving her a moment's reprieve, but then she immediately lost another five straight. It was all streaks—they would either win several in a row or lose several in a row. After a while, Leah could no longer keep track of how many shots she'd had.
