Fable - Ask Sex, Drugs and a Party of Three

[Jazat Mar]

Ashdell was a lovely place.

It was in some nice countryside and there were some decent people there as well. As far as Jazat was aware the people there were good for a party as well and he was all about that life. He had been working too hard as a mercenary without actually taking the time out to do what mercenaries do and get blind drunk and make an ass of himself.

Stepping into the tavern with his arms up wide and high, he grinned, blinking away the brightness from his eyes until they adjusted as he was able to see the tavern in it's entirety... it was dark, it was full and smokey... and it was exactly what he fucking needed.

"Barkeep!"

He clapped his hands.

"A pint for every person here who is sick to fucking death of their boss!"

A loud cheer rose up throughout the tavern and he handed over his purse to the bartender to start making good on his offer. Grinning, he sat down on the edge of the bar, shaking a few hands and accepting a few high fives for his effort. Laughing happily, he accepted a pint for himself and took a deep pull from it's refreshing depths before casting a hand out across the bar.

"Now which of you buggers wants to try their luck eh?" he grinned, "Drinking contest with whiskey - loser pays for the bottle? How about you... my pale brother from another mother and... hmm... how about you big stuff?"

Salazar Abydros ChrisTheBarker

 

[Salazar Abydros]

Salazar Abydros had just tricked the barmaid into giving him what she thought was his first ale on the friendly Dark Elf's tab. As he started to sip, the man called out to him. Salazar froze, lips to the mug. Only his eyes moved up meet the loud Drow. He was sure he had been caught.

(A Drinking Contest)

He wasn't caught, but was most likely in trouble. This fellow looked quite the drinker.

"It would be rude to refuse, after you bought us each... a drink. You're on my good man!"

Jazat Mar

 

[Trovik Half-horn]

A low laugh rumbled out of minotaur at Drows offer, he could out drink any human here. Only the dwarves posed any sort of challenge to him with their own strong spirits and ales, so he believed he could out drink some dainty dark-skinned elves. So if they wanted to play, they'd be competing for second fiddle between two of them.

“Your on” He downed his ale and placed it on the table towards the one who made the offer, ready to be filled with the dark liquor the elf had offered him.

 

[Jazat Mar]

Well well well it seemed that things were coming together rather nicely! He grabbed the bottle of whiskey and moved over to a table that emptied itself for the arrival of the group. Honestly he was more certain than ever that they only moved because they were concerned what a drunken minotaur could do to them if they annoyed him.

Probably not an unfounded fear.

Setting the whiskey down, he poured out some liberal servings for all three of them.

"Name's Jazat." he introduced himself, "What's say we get mortaled and wander around this pretty little town eh? See what kind of trouble we can find. But first!"

He winked as he held up his first glass.

"Bottoms up!"

He drank it in one before turning the glass over... pausing for a second before shaking his head slightly and passing it onto the next one. It was a fairly strong local whiskey actually. He might end up losing the contest at this rate.

ChrisTheBarker Lepermage

 

[Salazar Abydros]

Salazar eyed the minotaur up and down. He was doomed. He followed the drow over to a newly emptied table, and sat down. Looking around him to get a sense of the surroundings.

"Sounds like a good time! I'm Salazar." He sniffed the whiskey. It made him flinch. He had to think for a moment to figure out if he had, in fact, gone blind from the strength of the shot. He hadn't.

After a sip with the quickness of one who hopes to avoid the tongue entirely, the whiskey was down his throat and currently engaged in warfare with his insides. First the great burning in his throat, followed by the feeling of a thousand heart attacks. A single tear dripped down his cheek. "That was... so good." If he wasn't careful, this contest would end with him dead or in jail. He was excited to find out which.

Trovik Half-horn Jazat Mar