Well, it was that time again, he had given himself a bit in order to remember that feeling that was in his legs and that his knees were still able to put one foot in front of the other. Once he was sure that he could still do that he made his way over to the local watering hole, not the drinking tent. Forcing down some water down his throat to clear his head, he needed something to help balance the liquor that was in his system. At least he knew the person that he was going to be challenging; it had been a while since he had seen Briar. Well at least the cat was still as chaotic as ever. Raising a mug in her honor before slamming the rest back down his throat, working through the rest of the mugs in front of him. “Your turn kitty cat.” It was time to see how good the girl was. Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 10 Thrown dice: 27 98 78 41 54 7 11 25 Win: 1 / Lose: 1
She hadn't been challenged yet during this rally of rambunctious liquor, but she had certainly had her fair share of booze. She still wished it was a nice whiskey, but whatever this stuff was, it was still pretty good. You know, for something that wasn't her favorite brew. "Well if it ate the capitan~" The kitten mused, her almost permanent grin growing from seeing the familiar face that had let her be as chaotic as she liked in the heat of battle. "Yesh. Let's she if you can conquer chaos with your stomach~ This is the purrfect time to show my thanks for giving me such an honor as to go wild without restrains~" Her purrs were diluted, but still there. Perhaps she wasn't as drunk as she thought... Yet. Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 20 Thrown dice: 49 83 4 20 60 53 35 98 422 Win: 3 / Lose: 0
Well, he had to tip his hat but seeing as he didn’t have one he had to tip his mug. The kitty had beaten him and turns out that she wasn’t a bad drinker in the least. Well, then that was something he would have to fill away in his binder for later. Giving her a slow clap in appreciation. “Well, well you beat me, Briar, nicely done.” He still had a few more in him there were more people to drunk under the table or people to drink him under the table.
The kitten, now drunker than before, gave a confused eye to the man in question. "Purdy sure you da win her, Cappy. I arnot fool. I know when beat bloody." Her words were starting to become more awkward, and in some cases, just out of sequence all together. She gave a sip of ale to her lame fish, wondering if she could at least drink it under the table. This made three wins and one loss. She wanted to win, sure- but chaos meant failing sometimes too. And hey, she still got to drink. That was a pretty good thing all in all! "Still thursday..." She moved to try to find another mug of liquor. She couldn't challenge him again for now, but she'd be back for him tomorrow, after she rested her head- or just got more booze in her through the night.
