He wasn't sure how to feel exactly, things began to slow down and his first competitor, one who he would eventually identify as an old friend looking different, Savannah Reed, left the table in haste. He wasn't sure who won, and his mental processes began to not be quite as sharp as they last were, though he knew that he still wanted so strongly to be the winner of this contest. As such, the golden haired man didn't move a muscle, atleast, not voluntarily, as the Eight Mugs directly ahead of him were filled and placed back down in front of the man. He didn't get much of a good glance with the person who may or may not have sat in front of him, only identifying that there was someone there now, and that meant he could get onto the third challenger of the night. Things were really looking wonky after that drink with Quinn. @Alphabet Chocolate Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 15 Thrown dice: 51 17 15 35 19 12 100 41 305 Win: 2 / Lose: 0
"You there!" Alpha pointed with a grin, a mug in one hand as she eyed her competitor with a sharp (somewhat dulled by the alcohol) eye. "You're, like, the best drinker here, right? FIGHT ME!" Wellness: - 15 Drunkenness: + 15 Thrown dice: 38 92 84 38 85 68 92 3 Win: 1 / Lose: 1
