Ale King - Scon vs Briar

Having settled down in the Ale King tent, Scon felt the effects of his first attempt at this drinking game hit him like a ton of bricks. Whatever tolerance he had, or convinced himself he had, it wouldn't apply in Terrasphere. The simulated inebriation took hold quickly, a sense of fuzziness obscuring his thoughts, his sight and everything else that was registering in his brain. Just a little, though; he was still quite physically capable.

Enough, indeed, to advance on someone else who had clearly been knocking the pints back already. He had lost his first duel, but this time it would be different. She was small and A CAT AS WELL YES CA-

"Hey, heeeey... Excuse me, miss. Can I pet you? You look fluffy. I gotta pet you." He leaned in close to the fellow Felis and squinted, trying to discern if she was an NPC or 'real.' Not that it mattered, his tail swaying excitedly at the prospect of interacting with another cat. In the most innocent way possible. "Or, you know, we could FIGHT TO THE DEATH IN THE DRINKING GAME?!" Though, as his eyes wandered back to her feline features, he shook his head. "Okay-you-know-what? If I win I get to pet you!" And with that he nodded contently, as if the suggestion he made were appropriate or fair.

Wellness: - 00
Drunkenness: + 10

Thrown dice:

98

20

67

19

63

66

82

67

Win: 0 / Lose: 1
Result: 492

@Lady Briar
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Briar didn't know why this stranger had decided to come up just to pet her. She probably would've said yes even if she wasn't drunk, just because it might make the person be useful to her in the future if she let him have his kicks. Besides, being pet as a cat wasn't a big deal. It even felt nice sometimes.

Before she could reply, though, he demanded a fight to the death with ale. "Hmmm~ Arat then~ But if I win, what do I get~?" Besides the satisfaction of winning, and maybe just petting the stranger instead to try to taunt him. Still, she'd find out something to ask for if she won.

And so far, despite being far more drunk than the other sailor- was he a sailor? Who gave a rats ass. She was having fun. That's all that really mattered. With a grin, she held up the first mug to give a toast. "Cheerios, from this Lady Briar to you, strange old man~" Heckling, she downed the liquor. Bombs away, her poor gut!

Wellness: - 00
Drunkenness: + 50

Thrown dice:

68

63

6

73

95

43

89

15

502
Win: 5 / Lose: 1
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"Weeeell" Scon started with a slurr, stumbling between feet as he blinked away the dots in his vision. He had already started sipping his beer to help him think. Or something. "If you win, you can request something you want of me, instead!" That's how this sort of competition works, he thought to himself: You both put up a favour as your bet, and the winner gets to exercise their choice over the loser. Of course, they had both already started drinking before he even finished saying this, so who can say whether the bet was even validated?

Scon could. Because he won.

Within moments of Lady Briar (investigation mode apparently still operated despite him being under the influence) having drooped her head in defeat, he had his fingers on the back of her skull, petting the fluffy violet ears of the female. It was everything his stupid-drunk fingers could have hoped for - despite having his own fur and this just being a simulated reality, the male was overjoyed at the feeling of tickling the cat ears atop Briar's head.

"Thank you little miss." He muttered, before stumbling off in search of his next combatant...