Liqorice

Liquorice clutched her aching, bandaged head in her paws and didn’t dare to meet her boyfriends gaze.
”... yeah.” She half-muttered, half-whined. ”That’s pretty much the gusto of the contract.”
”And it’s valid for three years.” Chevre repeated with a deadpan voice.
”Yep.”
”Three years of unpaid work as a drunk noodles bodyguard.”
”...... ohmygod....”
”Dictated by a magic contract that will crush your soul if you break the terms of condition.”
”...............”
”May I at least ask what you would’ve gotten if you had won the bet?”
”............................”
”Liquorice....”
”Fruitwine would’ve paid my bar tab. Well, she promised to pay for it anyways, since I can’t leave debts behind if I head for the Labyrinth...”
”...”
”I know. I know. This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever done and I’m so sorry...”
”...”
”I’m never touching alcohol again!”
”...”
”... Chevre. Please. Say something...”
”..... your bar tab is paid????” Chevre said, his face morphing into a :> face. ” YOU’VE SOLVED ALL OUR PROBLEMS.” He shouted joyfully. ”I could cry... I COULD CRY. I thought we would end our lives at the bottom of a ditch!”
”........” the puddle that was Liquorice puddle-fied even more.
”But we’re free! FREEEEEEE! And the payment is a mere three years! Ha ha ha, what a sucker! Was she drunk or something?”
”.... wellyeah....”
”HER PROBLEM NOW. PACK UP YOUR THINGS, LOVE, WE’RE GOING TO THE LABYRINTH. FREEDOOOOOOOOOM. Ha ha ha, for the astronomical sum of your bar tab, she could’ve paid three dragons to do the same work.”

And so, they headed off to the Viridian Labyrinth. Little did Chevre know that he would eat his words, and that the hazard pay alone for bring Fruitwines bodyguard probably would’ve been higher than the legendary bar tab.