Ale King - Eileen vs Emil

Eileen found herself surprised by the quality of the ale. Strong. Delicious. Enough to actually ease the angry thoughts of betting booths and lost money - and to drag another sucker into the arena for a challenge. Her eyes scanned the crowd for a familiar face, lighting up as she spots @Emil Trevelyan in the distance. She ran up and grabbed him by the elbow, grinning.

"Hey, loser, I challenge you to a drink or ten! C'mon!" she crowed as she dragged him towards the center. She seemed quite a bit drunk already, though her grip was ironclad around him. "Unless you're scared to lose to a girl~" she mocked with a wink.

And woosh. There went all the ale.

Wellness: - 00
Drunkenness: + 10

Thrown dice:

58

63

29

84

43

28

94

47

Win: 1 / Lose: 0
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Actually, I’ve been on something of a winning streak Miss Dover, Emil sniped back, though there was a smile on his face and he was allowing himself to be dragged by the older woman. He sat down across from her, eyed the mugs of ale and took a deep breath. Ready when you are!

Wellness: - 05
Drunkenness: + 00

Thrown dice:

82

29

22

88

54

47

50

66

TOTAL: 438 (-5) = 433
Win: 0 / Lose: 0

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Eileen wipes at her mouth and sighs in satisfaction. "Good ale!" she chirps, looking over at @Emil Trevelyan as if waiting for his agreement.

As they exit the center, Eileen looking slightly sour at her loss, she leans in to whisper to him... "Remember that gem fruit? I still have it! Haven't sold yet. There's something weird about it... Remember?" she smells a bit of the ludicrous amount of alcohol she has been drinking.

 

Yes, marvelous selection of spirits. Emil smiled at @Eileen Dover and walked with her away from the drinking. The stench of the alcohol still hung around her, and while he wasn’t shit-faced drunk, he was feeling pleasantly buzzed from imbibing so much so fast.

Oh, do you now? How much would it take to get you to part from that fruit Miss Dover?​