With the kegs secured, name to a lovely face learned, and the price of them known (promised to pay as soon as possible if it's a lot), Ruvora fearlessly leads the way back to the cell, slamming the two kegs down. And kicking the guards' rears into gear if they have not gotten any stools and a table (or something table-adjacent) ready.

Ruvora plops down on her seat. "Here we go! We both down a full tankard. Once both are done, we both empty the next one. Whoever keels over first, loses." And with that, the contest begins!