Comet had been the one to finally break what he could only guess was a streak. This time, instead of it just being a murmurring as Comet was declared the winner of that round, Zelrius was being nudged away from the table he sat at for so long. The man got up and stumbled around, trying his best not to run into anything, but his hips and knees seemingly finding every single object to bump into, now playing a Human version of bumper cars with the various tables. Eventually he found an empty one, prepared now not to give up quite yet. One or two more and I am done for the night. He told himself, though it wasn't quite that fast, he had to keep repeating certain words, both in drunkenness and frustration. Eventually he noticed a figure of some sort sit in front of him, knowing that the game was on, drinking, as he had done before, Eight more mugs. @Sean Poteitoku Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 50 Thrown dice: 73 22 28 67 1 74 5 36 356 TOTAL Win: 6 / Lose: 1
As Sean walked into the arena, he noticed the odd person repeating things. "He's probably wasted... This'll be easy." He smirked. "Okay, let's do this!" He yelled before starting to chug down the alcohol. Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 15 Thrown dice: 60 11 41 81 22 51 71 90 Win: 1 / Lose: 1
