Ale King - Quinn vs. Aalam

When Quinn walked into the tent, his eye immediately picked out @Aalam Abungu from the crowd. There was a strange dynamic between them, Quinn instinctively knew that the young man was going to become one of his biggest rivals for the title of Ale King. After pointing directly at Aalam, the green-haired youth offered a direct challenge.

"You and me, mano a mano, 8 mugs. There can only be one winner and that's going to be me!" he grinned.

Taking a seat on the previously-warmed chair within the sandy circle, Quinn waited for his competitor to enter the ring. Meanwhile, the barkeep was bringing the men the booze, some of the best brewed ale. Of course, Quinn tipped the portly man as he grabbed onto the first mug and chugged the foamy content, which was spilling off from his cheeks. Once he was done, he slammed it down onto the table and grabbed another, and then another...

Wellness: - 15
Drunkenness: + 00

Thrown dice:

38

63

47

87

61

9

84

12

386
Win: 0 / Lose: 0
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Watched a man entered the tent it seemed he had a challenger well at least it appears that someone had a bit of heart. Everyone else so far hadn’t the balls to challenge him. He wanted to go mano a mano with him well that was something he was going to will. Walking into the room giving his opponent a wave, well this was going to fun. All that time drinking in bars was going to pay off.

“Well, I have taken angels, wolves and people you are going to lose my good man.”

Making sure he was comfortable in his chair before grabbing the mug and downing beer after beer. He did taste something familiar in the mug at one point. However, he couldn’t stop to think about pounding down the rest of the drinks.

Wellness: - 00
Drunkenness: + 00

Thrown dice:

16

56

51

39

13

3

10

98

Win: 0 / Lose: 0
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Quinn grimaced as he couldn't go through the 8 mugs worth of ale before @Aalam Abungu beat him to it. In this case, it wasn't that Quinn couldn't finish his ales, but was simply too slow as he felt the alcohol beginning to diluted in his bloodstream, slowing him down.

"Damn, so close, but no dice!" he shouted before pointed at the man sitting across from him. "We will have a rematch tomorrow, my good man, I will show you my true constitution then."

 

Aalam slams his last mug on the table turning over the rest of his cups that was why he was the best. Clearing out his throat as he watched Quinn fail in in the drinking challenge, the man needed for practice if he wanted to step up to him.

“If you say so but I will be ready for the challenge tomorrow bring you’re A game.” Cross his legs and placing them on a table as he leads back in his seat. “Send in the next on if you please.”