This was fun he was feeling fun, everyone was feeling fun. There was half a loaf of bread in his hands and he had drunk at least twenty seven mugs of ale or mead at this point. He needed to get something for him to soak up all that liquor and that’s was why he finished off a loaf of bread. There had been a couple of good challenges and a few of the contest that he had seen were outstanding. Some people were able to down the drink with no problem and others well they wobbled out of the tent. Well, that was to be expected with some lightweight but then he saw someone that he knew would give him a run for his money. “Aye Gywn you and me were having a drinking contest come on.” Waving her inside the tent and taking his seat at the table making sure to get comfortable before he started on his mug. Sipping to the first one to get some flavor before knocking back the rest. Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 15 Thrown dice: 83 7 78 44 72 96 56 64 Win: 2 / Lose: 1 total:500
Gwyn had managed to pull herself up onto fairly steady legs despite her loss to the peppy little thing she'd had drinks with last. She still had it together, but it was getting to the familiar point of getting well and truly out of "tipsy" and stumbling ass over kettle into "drunk." She took up a drink of water and let the refreshing chill of it fend off the heat of the alcohol thrumming through her head and stomach. Another familiar voice, an odd place to meet so many people but was it really considering all they'd gone through, caught her ear. She straightened and smirked at Aalam as he called to her to join him. For the first of her challenges, she was on another's turf. Her own table had been taken over and she wasn't too fussed about it. A new face was supplying drinks this far down and she nodded to the man before settling her blearier by the moment gaze on the other archer. She sat heavy in the chair across from him as the man brought them their drinks for their little competition. "Get some drink in you and then tell me the truth of it," Gwyn grinned over the top of her drink, "did you miss?" Wellness: - 20 Drunkenness: + 55 Thrown dice: 75 25 66 85 68 76 77 28 Win: 3 / Lose: 3 Total: 535
Drinking some water to wash down the taste of stale ale after the amount he had been drinking he was a bit surprised that he wasn’t sweating it. Thinking back to the battle on the wall and taking in every shot that he had fired. There were a few close calls at the time but he wasn’t an archer for nothing “Well I know I didn’t miss did you?” He let the question hang in the air as he leaned back in his seat, kicking his feet up on the table. Well, it was her turn now, best to get the final word before she let. He knew in her seat he would have wanted to and hey at least they were able to kill a possessed king. And save a country from madness.
The drinks were heavy and the air even moreso with the smell of the alcohol and the voices of the crowd getting deeper and deeper into the bottom of their glasses. The ranger glanced over them all as she emptied and glass and set it down on the table. She squinted at the sharp sound, but didn't let it bother her. She felt in a haze, but with the questions of the war and the assassination brought back to mind she felt a little closer to sobering up. Not nearly enough to save herself at this point, but the moment of clarity was easy enough to cling to and dig her nails in. Ice blue eyes switched back and met his own as she leaned over the table, resting on both her arms. "With a whole army to play target practice with? I imagine not. I haven't heard much of the fight, save that it was won." A hand drifted up toward her shoulder as if to settle some unknown nerves by brushing the fletching of her arrows, but neither those nor her bow were equipped. There was no place for violence here. She dropped it and focused on the question turned back her way. "No, no I didn't miss. No one told you lot how the fight went. Didn't need to, did they? Just that he was dead and we had won." She snorted and grabbed another drink to down a swig. The ale was grosser by the moment, but it all went down easy. "No, I didn't miss." She stared him down and the glint of her eye was dangerous before it faded beneath the growing haze of alcohol. "I put one through his thigh. Pinned him down. I made him kneel before me and handed him over. That knight woman, Minerva I think, tossed his crown from the tip of her sword to Astor. He melted it. And then he melted the king." The veteran lifted her drink in a cheer to something, but didn't speak more of it. Instead she smiled lightly at him, "Thanks for holding down the fort. Was good to have somewhere to come back to after all that."
