The small girl went on something about a fight or another? He wasn't sure, and honestly wasn't hoping she meant literally, as he was in no position to be fighting currently. But just like that, she drank it all, and then left, meaning he was the winner, again? Or was he? To be honest, Zelrius was slowly losing grasp on understanding of the world. He knew he was no where near to falling unconscious, but things certainly were harder to process and comprehend. And just as that thought passed through his mind, it was erased, as the last mug on the table was filled, and a slightly familiar Felis he might have seen once or twice in the fields, sat in front of him. With that, he raised a mug, said something unintelligible, and began to down them. @Alonso Thorlion Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 20 Thrown dice: 98 67 16 14 5 15 1 61 297 TOTAL Win: 3 / Lose: 0
Why not. Enough bullshit occurred over the past several days that he needed to relieve himself. His physical body was not going to perish due to getting beyond intoxicated, and having a little fun at the same time was not going to hurt. Much. Alonso never did figure out whether or not he was a happy drunk, sad drunk, or just went bat shit angst rage mode once he had too much. Settling himself down in front of @Zelrius, a player he recognized from East watch, the Felis held up a mug, "Don't aaah... don't overdo it." He began to chug that sucker right down. And the next one, and then however long this went on for. Wellness: - 15 Drunkenness: + 00 Thrown dice: 17 89 92 21 5 6 98 56 Win: 0 / Lose: 0
