"You've already lost to me once. What will you bet this time?" Lance wasn't about to give him a chance so easily.
The onlookers around them also began to jeer, clearly enjoying the commotion.
"What are you afraid of, Winston? Bring out your golden hammer!"
"Come on, Winston, did you leave your balls at home today?"
"Exactly! Let him experience the power of the golden hammer!"
"..."
Already feeling bold from the alcohol and spurred by the surrounding chatter, Winston took out a medal. He gestured to Lance, "This is a medal I won in a forging contest. No more than ten people in Totnes have one."
As he spoke, Winston placed the medal on the barrel. "This should suffice, right?"
Lance could feel the pride emanating from him as he mentioned it, knowing how important this item was to him.
Of course, it's more fun this way.
"Alright, come on," Lance said with a smile, reaching out his hand.
