@Zelrius The female had dodged a stool or chair or whatever it was. Could have been another patron, but the busty woman found herself warm to the touch. She flicked her hand to wave cool air at her body as she started to unbutton the small clasp over her white tunic. The long armor was suffocating her from the heat of the alcohol in her system. A smile on her red lips, azure eyes were swimming with alcohol induced stare. Then she sat down and she couldn't believe who was sitting in front of her. "Oh! My King Astor! I've been wanting to talk with you." she said with a cough. She attempted to straighten her body out and look him in the eyes. The tunic clasp she fidgeted with as to not show too much of her cleavage to the King of Astorea. But she ended up failing as her bust and her fingers worked against her. "I wanted to say...what was I going to say?" She bowed her head in respect to the golden haired King, "Ah! You...are my hero! You...!" she pounded the table with her right hand, "Killed that guy with a sweep of your blade I heard from people! You dropped him dead! But we drink now! TO KING ASTOR! YOUR ROYALLY HIPNESS!" Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 30 Thrown dice: 29 40 16 51 99 28 76 81 Win: 0 / Lose: 3 Total: 450
@Vivian Cruz Zelrius watched as yet another person left him. It was getting weird, and he wasn't sure what to do or think anymore. Someone came about speaking, and their voice was that of a... cat's? He wasn't sure, there were a lot of R rolls, both natural and clearly forced. Or, it would be clear if Zelrius wouldn't be able to tell his ass from a hole in the ground. What was more ridiculous than his inability to comprehend much, was the fact that who ever owned the damn tent insisted on filling more and more cups. Consistently drowning the man in ale, or more like, enabling him to do it himself. Of course, it had no real health effects on the man, and would hopefully begone from the character soon, but the NPCs didn't know that, and to be quite honest, it wasn't what was on his mind right now. No, instead he kept his eyes slightly lowered as someone joined him at the table, focusing more on the... chest region, though knowing that it was wrong, he just didn't remember why. She then went on and started squealing with joy and making random movements. He closed his eyes for a second, only to have them cracked right back open by a word he did recognize; King. "WOO THAT'S RIGHT. ALE KING!!" He was set off now, cheering and shouting about becoming the Ale King, quickly emptying each of the mugs. "TO THE HIFNESS, ALE KING." Wellness: - 00 Drunkenness: + 115 Thrown dice: 42 60 73 15 71 81 33 28 518 TOTAL Win: 9 / Lose: 4
