A stranger she had not met yet caught her attention as she wandered the battlegrounds of the great game that was 'drinking'. @Jomei was appearing not so drunk to her, but then again, she wasn't accepting that she was drunk really herself. To her, she was normal. Well, as normal as a cat of chaos with insanely random alcohol tolerance could be. Some had started calling her a witch, while others laughed from how drastically the tables would turn. She was currently in a state of irritation, however. She had to 'train' so she could beat Seigi again, since Seigi was the only reason she counted as a winner against Priscilla. Two out of three wasn't bad for a win ration with the girl, but Briar ws strangely stubborn at this point. "Oi, you! Drunkadink you can hold up against me? The great cat of *hiccup* ciaos?" Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 155 Thrown dice: 76 79 47 97 15 79 38 40 626 Win: 9 / Lose: 7
Another player had called over the crimson haired elf. Searching back and forth, Jomei finally found the girl calling him out, one of the feline-like race that he had never seen until this point. With a nod of his head, the man walked over to the table and sat across from her with a chuckle, "You know, the last person who challenged me as the greatest, ended up losing." His long slender fingers wrapped around the first stein in front of him, filled to the brim with a smooth looking amber liquid. How much more of these could he really do? He was not as drunk as some of the others here.. but could his stomach really handle it. Shrugging his shoulders, the man looked back to the girl across from him with a smirk, "Bottoms up." he said, before tilting the mug, the ale pouring down his throat. Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: +80 Thrown dice: 57 77 29 94 86 48 53 39 563 Win: 4 / Lose: 2
