@Corvella In a questionable state of mind, used to the uneasiness of the stomach that came with drinking, Comet pulled both hands that'd been rubbing furiously at her fast after a loss last competition. She readied herself once more in the ring without much welcome, pushing herself overboard. Winning meant a lot to her while sober thus passing tipsiness turned her into a living being with the one goal of achieving the title of Ale Queen. If she didn't pass out, die, or forfeit first of course. Blonde hair and an easily recognizable face had Comet's rage eased. Battling strangers annoyed her but battling people she felt a fondness towards seemed to have her mood changing terrifyingly quickly. "Corvella! Corvella!" she gestured towards the 8 mugs opposite of her own in an eager way, hoping the other woman would compete against her. Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 40 Thrown dice: 17 32 59 61 56 99 90 80 Win: 2 / Lose: 2
Corvella passed one of the biggest tent in the festival. What is this one? She peeked inside the tent, and whatever it is inside can be classified simply as pure chaos. The air reeks of Ale. It was really a Ale tent all along, but seeing those mugs lining up raised one eyebrow of hers. "Come! Beat all the challengers and be blessed with the title of Ale King or Queen!" And suddenly a familiar figure called out to her. It was @Comet, but not the usual Comet. How much she had been drinking? Approaching her table, it was clear that she wanted Corvella to compete against her in drinking game. She had no problem with that, but seeing eight, eight mugs in front of her had her gulping. It was like the last time, what could gone wrong drinking Ale in a virtual world? "Let's go at it, then." And then she took the first mug, proceeding to drink the Ale in furious manner. Wellness: - 05 Drunkenness: + 00 Thrown dice: 1 4 77 38 57 46 50 38 Win: 0 / Lose: 0
