With perfect synchrony Junkrat too throws his own back, pounding it down like only a man who grew up in a desert would know how. It's gone in less than a handful of seconds, but when he finishes he doesn't pull down his own arm--

Because Fareeha is still working on hers.

Junkrat glances at his own can but keeps his arm in place as to avoid yanking her drink from her mouth, and he has a bit of a consolatory, sheepish smile on his face--that has trails of beer running down the sides of his mouth.

"Well...s'pose I had a head start alre--"

He gets interrupted by his own belch--quickly laughing it off. "Beg pardon!"