Emerath slammed his ale down and gave a loud gasp at the feeling of the warm drink scratching and sliding down his throat. It was really not a good feeling, drinking this ale. Specifically the drinking part. The after effects were more than worth it, and the more Emerath drank the more fun he seemed to be having. The referee had decreed that Emerath had won the last round, and Emerath wasn't about to argue. But he also wasn't about to let his good friend get off with only one round of drinking. "Best two out of three?" he shouted over the din of the crowd, as he called for them to place more ale in front of the two. He wasn't going to give Rodger a chance to say no if he could help it. He didn't really even care if he drank with anyone else tonight. He was going to see which of the two of them could hold their liquor better. It was good bonding, and could be important later, if they ever met dwarves or Irish people. Emerath pounded on the table and readied his body for another round, before picking up the mugs and forcing the liquid down his throat once again. @Rodger Clemens Wellness: - 15 Drunkenness: + 35 Thrown dice: 25 16 5 95 83 5 51 2 Win: 2 / Lose: 2 302
