Things got hazier and hazier, and now he was getting into the realm of people he didn't recognize doing the same routine as quite literally everyone else. Show up, sit down, wait for the cups to be filled, drink them all, listen to the increasingly annoying murmurring of some kind of person bartender thing say some random shit, and then that person would leave. The golden haired man didn't quite understand it, but was more than happy to believe that he was atleast winning, somehow. And yet he was brought back into the realm of only vaguely remembering hazy details about a person. Something about the woman in front of him brought up feelings of semi-attraction, but more so, a want to tease and take jabs at her. Though what reasoning, his brain would tickle his thoughts with, only giving those vague hints and emotions. He'd silence them, showing his mind who was boss by emptying the 8 mugs in front of him. @Comet Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 40 Thrown dice: 100 10 70 68 12 56 92 8 457 TOTAL Win: 6 / Lose: 0
Losing to Briar hardly had Comet backing down from a few more good challenges. Despite feeling a combination of nausea and dizziness beginning to wreak havoc on her body, she carried on. A tinge of pink colored her pale cheeks: frustration and embarrassment and confusion. Zelrius seemed beyond himself at the moment to the point of winning - she assumed most competitions - while painting a foolish character over his more "heroic" one. Then, Comet realized she was exactly the same and rolled her eyes. She knew herself to be an agreeable person whereas Zelrius had problems with cooperation and happened to be a dubbed know-it-all in her eyes. These were the reassuring thoughts that calmed her while she stepped into the ring to face the blonde. With a nod of the head she took her second turn of chugging the mugs of ale that sent her gut into a rage willingly ignored by a dominating desire. Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 10 Thrown dice: 53 52 22 37 24 25 38 4 Win: 0 / Lose: 1
