There was no way Briar was going to miss out on a drinking contest, tiny cat-girl or not! A lover of whiskey and all liquor she could get her hands on in games or reality, she couldn't just hold back at the chance for some chaotic, drunken fun. Besides- she still wanted to know how her limits were in this game. Would she be a lightweight? Or, like in reality, was Briar going to be taking far too long to get drunk because of her blood? Turning around, she saw a familiar face and waved her drink and spear together like some sort of bizarre yet fantastical dance. "@Comet, c'mon, drink with me will ya? I'm purrfectly sure I could drink you under the floor~" Smiling and waiting for a reaction, she took her turn for the 'battle' she waged one-sidedly. Surely, at least at a festival, this woman would join in on her fun. And then maybe help her get home later, since Comet was a cartographer, and there was no bloody way Briar was going to let herself be stuck lugging her home later. Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 00 Thrown dice: 23 38 24 27 5 1 13 43 174 Win: 0 / Lose: 0
Briar's suggestion tempted Comet into a game she felt uncomfortably unfamiliar with. Fine wines or fruity drink concoctions were often her go-to choice, if need be. A game of drunkards, alongside the filth of those who ventured into the tent for a bit of fun, certainly hadn't been planned for her to explore that day. However, a greedy desire to defeat anyone who challenged her - regardless of what said challenge may be - drove her to slide next to Briar in the ring. The wild Felis served as both entertainment and a new experience. One that pulled a smile onto Comet's otherwise serious-looking face. "You're so small, Brair, I feel like I'm competing against a child." she teased with a chuckle before swallowing past ever-present nerves, quickly chugging the 8 mugs down. Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 00 Thrown dice: 10 36 54 2 81 22 97 2 Win: 0 / Lose: 0
