Familiar faces felt unfamiliar to her as she went from table to table, returning to a face she kind of knew and kind of didn't. She was too damn blinded by blonde hair and the fuzz in her eyes that she wasn't going to admit she'd brought on herself by drinking so much. She was an alcoholic! She could handle this much booze easily! "Hey they putty person~ You dun look so goo... Hash we met 'fore? Well... Just dink wiff me you koot pursing. But if you need a vasheen, I gots me a needle... lances are needles, right?" She took her next mug with pride, no longer able to sense the burning in her throat, but loving it all the same. "Ahhh, that's the stuff!" She cried, as if getting the perfect medicine into her system. "Besh in teh world. Amost like whiskersy~" @Bradwynne Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 115 Thrown dice: 82 66 95 68 41 56 65 35 623 Win: 7 / Lose: 6
Bradwynne's vision was circling around him as he was finished with that battle of mugs. Was it the ninth battle or something? But that person was still far away, he thought about that other blond person he battled with mugs. He must continue on fighting. As he was seated on the new table, he noticed that it was the catwoma... err felis that he fought once, and lost. The mugs being refilled in his presence for the tenth time, he then replied to the person before him, "Hope I woodent need dat vasheen in da near fyutchar. That wood hert a lot." He then drank on, and after that he could not remember anything. He then found himself on the floor after that. He hoped that nothing bad happened while he passed out. Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 85 Thrown dice: 13 89 40 8 59 8 92 88 Win: 5 / Lose: 4
