@Zelrius The last encounter had her blushing from head-to-toe along with the ale's effects on her body providing a natural hue. Disheveled hair, brows furrowed in confusion, body swaying in a less than graceful manner; Comet could barely hold herself up let alone recall where she was. All that fueled the boiling of the blood in her veins was the inner desire to achieve a greater goal. Whatever that goal was, alas unknown to her due to such a clouded mind, it definitely drove her to continue this process of drink-wait-drink. Frequent moods swing occupied her slurred speech in a combination of true embarrassment to follow and mock her the next morning. For now she settled next to a blonde; the pigment of hair able to attract her attention long enough to pull up a chair to her best ability. His face pulled her lips into a slight smirk and at her heart in an annoying way that quickly turned her expression sour. Gesturing towards the mugs, nearly knocking them over, she began the competition without a word with the belief that most were here to compete against her and for nothing else. Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 175? Thrown dice: 90 96 74 43 92 97 34 14 Win: 7? / Lose: 9?
Blah blah blah, Zel was drunk off his ass. Blah blah blah, someone left the table. Blah blah blah, things became less and less coherent as each drink settled. Blah blah blah his body was sixty percent ale at this point. Blah blah blah he was sure that he'd die here pretty soon. Blah blah blah something about being the ale king. Blah blah blah someone sat in front of him. Blah blah blah all the ale mugs were full. Blah blah blah He drank them all and probably lost. Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 215 Thrown dice: 9 69 51 1 69 26 91 47 578 TOTAL Win: 10 / Lose: 8
