She was having a pretty good streak so far, though finally the ale was starting to get to her, much to her own surprise. In a corner of her eye, she saw a rather loopy man in a beyond-drunken-stupor. With a coy grin, she walked in an awkward line straight to him and slammed a new batch of ale on the table as she stood on her stool to tower over him- falling down not long after, but picking herself up and taking a proper seat. "Ye look lack you cud use a drink partner, doncha?" Her words weren't quite as slurred as they could be, but her usual purr was a bit lessened, tongue slightly numb for rolling her kitten r's. "Let's drink til' we droop. Or drop. Whicheva comes first. And first will be ye. We brits can hold our beer after all..." With a hiccup, she gave @Zelrius, a blond stranger, a bright smile. "Let's get on with it, aye?" Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 15 Thrown dice: 67 7 5 47 71 24 83 11 330 Win: 2 / Lose: 0
They just kept coming and going, and to be quite honest, Zelrius don't discern, with reasonable cause, why that was. People came and went, sat in front of him, had a full drink of the eight mugs, and then left. It was becoming quite disorienting at this point, and the last person who was with him said something about getting him to a healer. To be honest, if Zelrius was even the least bit sober, he would have agreed, however, that was not what he had heard. Instead, he only heard 'aler, which he now assumed was his new nickname around here; the Aler. Shortly thereafter, The Aler was joined by another fellow Aler, on about something about some age old colonial empire and their digestive tracts. Or atleast, that's what he thought? None of that mattered to be quite honest, as more drinks were placed in front of him, and then the show continued on, just as it had before. @Lady Briar Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 85 Thrown dice: 66 43 10 54 95 94 26 35 508 TOTAL Win: 8 / Lose: 3
