Being quite the lightweight, Quinn was visibly clumsy as the alcohol swirled violently inside his body, forcing him to go to the bathroom several times. The man was clearly not used to drinking, even in a video game where the laws of metabolism, constitution, and stoutness were specific mechanics. He figured the game read his mental state and made his body react how it would in the real world. Wiping the ale stain from his lips, he drew a deep breath into his lungs before he noticed @Comet in the corner, returning his stare. "Yo... you and me, girlie, we're gonna have a showdown ya hear? A show down of wits and how much liver poisoning you can take. Barkeep, ale, let's go!" Quinn slapped his cheeks with his hands, shaking the drunken state from his foggy mind as he reached for a mug and drowned himself in the golden, foamy bacteria barf. Wellness: - 15 Drunkenness: + 15 Thrown dice: 98 90 38 100 57 58 35 3 479 Win: 0 / Lose: 2
With a deep breath Comet held herself well despite feeling as if at any moment now she would bend over and let loose dry-heaves. An empty stomach had nothing to grab onto and throw up, a mistake she face-palmed in reaction to. Determination had the pink-haired woman settled on the competition ring rather than the much needed food stalls. Upon catching Quinn's attention she approached and hastily began drinking. The faster things could get done the faster she could win. That, and if any moment had been taken to hesitate the action she would've fallen over in defeat or tipsiness or both. "Wits? You need to be smart and funny, not just one or the other. Sorry." she taunted Quinn with a less-than-serious tone of the voice; words bunching together towards the end as she spoke with an almost unintelligible speed. Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 15 Thrown dice: 79 54 89 13 27 86 23 24 Win: 1 / Lose: 1
