@Jomei Kept awake with a hefty buzz, legs and hands jittery as ever, Comet picked up challengers one by one to climb to the top as fast as she could. The anxiety within her made itself well-known to the public with her clumsy, rushed movements and constant, unstoppable trembling. The pressure to win alongside raw emotions as a dominating force turned the pink-haired woman into a physical and mental mess. Though deep, deep down inside she felt an immense pleasure towards the game as well as defeating others; even while making such a fool out of herself and nearly forgetting her motive for continuing the game at times. A man whom she related to turkeys, for whatever reason, stood nearby and so she grabbed his hand to pull him to her table. "J-John? John.... yeah, drink with me!" she laughed aloud and heartily feeling the comfort of familiarity in reaction to having "John" around for a little entertainment. Of course a giddy excitement masked her unbeatable desires to win: a dangerous fire fueled by each mug of ale finished off. Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 105 Thrown dice: 85 45 38 44 48 42 80 82 Win: 5 / Lose: 5
This was the first major event that Jomei had ever seen in Terrasphere so far, The Dark Harvest Festival. There were many players around him, rather than the mass amounts of NPCs as usual. Scanning the horizon, he saw multiple stands, games, and activities for the players. That was when he heard a woman, her voice slurring, calling for someone named 'John.' He soon found out that he was in fact John, and the woman calling out the wrong name to him was Comet. "C-Comet what?" She pulled him to a nearby table, where sixteen mugs were set up, eight on each side. As she pulled him closer, he could smell all the different types of beer and ale. Immediately, he knew what Comet was getting him into, but did he mind was the question. No he did not was the answer. Sitting across from Comet he smirked over at the woman. "You don't know what you just got yourself into." Wrapping his fingers around the first mug, he began to down the ales in quick succession. After placing down the last one, the man shook his head, all the alcohol hitting him at once. "Phew... d-did I win?" Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 00 Thrown dice: 98 70 16 93 79 3 95 59 Win: 0 / Lose: 0
