As Bradwynne stood up, he then felt as if his soul was leaving his body. A very dizzy feeling started to engulf him, but that was alright for him. Maybe everyone here had already experienced the same feeling, this being a drinking contest and all. He then just walked himself to sober him up just enough for the next battle. Finding another opponent, he psyched himself up that he would not he affected by more alcohol. This was already required of him, this being the seventh battle and all. When the mugs were finished on being refilled, he quickly chugged them all in one succession, one at a time. He would then brace himself for a massive attack by the alcohol from his insides. Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 50 Thrown dice: 89 7 78 27 94 99 81 65 Win: 4 / Lose: 2
She wasn't sure who this stranger was, but the blond wanted to rumble and the cat wasn't gonna give up without a fight- and, more importantly, a few more drinks. Briar was drunk, but no Brit would just let herself give up when they were a lover of the sinful fluids that were wonderful as whiskey. Okay, maybe some Brits would. But Briar worked in hospitals all her life- and how many alcoholics could she see dying before she'd learn to cut back herself? Not enough, apparently. "I gotcha, buddy. Ye wanna fate we fate. More dinks for me anyway, nye?" She purred an awkward, drunken purr and downed the hatch as it were. Who would win? No one knew. But didn't she win just for having lots to drink and enjoy herself alone? Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 40 Thrown dice: 70 10 39 23 91 53 69 45 440 Win: 4 / Lose: 1
