And just like that, the bosom he was entranced with was gone. No matter, he guessed, the all too drunken Zelrius was sure of one thing and one thing only; everyone who showed up left as fast as they came. It seemed none of them had the intention of drinking nearly as much as he did. No, now there were some real questions to ask. Questions the golden haired man wish he could've remembered the content of, or even that he had questions in the first place. Though none of that was actually in his mind, it was a blur of thoughts as he just kept his head down in between competitions; resting his cheek against the warm oaken table, and listening to each thump and bump in and around the table. Nothing was clear, other than the familiar sound that someone sat in front of him. And just like the Lean, not so mean, Drinking Machine that he had become, the golden haired man began to down each and every mug again, unconcerned for his own life. @Eileen Dover Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 130 Thrown dice: 42 98 88 88 70 22 64 83 685 TOTAL Win: 9 / Lose: 5
She finds the drunkest man in the room. The so called reigning champion, soon to be Ale King, and immediately makes a beeline for him. God forbid she let him take that title without a challenge! Eileen flashes a sharp smile, a wink, and then drags him into the drinking arena with a laugh at his drunken movements. "A little drunk there, are we?" she teases with a snort. This had to be an easy game for her! Like candy from a child. A very drunk, possibly about to die, child. The drinks are laid out before them, and Eileen starts working through them with eagerness. Nothing like good quality ale and the promise of an easy win to rev her engines. Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 20 Thrown dice: 67 76 21 48 43 30 7 11 Win: 1 / Lose: 1
