Emerath was feeling good after his first win in the competition. Although he wasn't sure if it was all that well deserved. The blonde haired man seemed to be incredibly sloshed already. But who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth? So he gave a cheer, and the crowd around gave a cheer back, which made Emerath feel pretty awesome. But then they started putting down more booze, and Emerath gulped as he watched, wondering if he really could take it. Nothing to do but try, right? He looked across the table to his new opponent. "Good luck!" he said, before he started downing the mugs once again. @Quinn Wellness: - 15 Drunkenness: + 10 Thrown dice: 59 59 47 59 24 46 90 51 430 Win: 1 / Lose: 0
Quinn sat still, staring intensely at the mugs placed in front of him as Emerath challenged him. "Y' ymg' ephaimggoka llll, shuggoth l' shuggoth" Quinn wasn't sure what he was producing with his lips, but it sounded good enough in his head. (Translation: I'll take your challenge, man to man). Summoning all of his will to take the wooden mug with furor and let the drink flow down his throat, and then he slammed the mug down onto the table and started on another, his liver wishing death as he swashed it with poison. @Emerath Katou Wellness: - 15 Drunkenness: + 25 Thrown dice: 31 4 32 32 15 62 40 52 278 Win: 0 / Lose: 4
