[Log]

[goldtiger]

Who: Everyone ever!
What: It's drinking time at the locale tavern! Lets make the bar tender love the new arrivals!
When: Evening time.
Other information: One rule to this, everyone must get completely smashed one way or another! Dohko went and just grabbed as many people possible to join in a drinking binge and even if your poor character is there to have one or two drinks. Run away before they get roped into drinking games.

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[goldtiger]

Dohko has already downed 3 pints of beer and has nothing to show for it quite yet. Just give him time to finally feel the effects of the alcohol... Or was he? He was already laughing quite loudly and giving his fellow barmates hearty slaps on the back.

"Come on. Is that the best you got? I bet I can finish another pint before you."

[inthemiddle]

"A pint? Of this?" Silas asks, looking at his drink. It's a glass of clear liquid, with a single cube of sugar dissolving in it. He ordered whatever the strongest, colorless alcohol was and got... whatever was handed to him. It smelled like straight gasoline, so it was probably absinthe. He was half way through it and didn't look too phased yet. Damn druid metabolism, making this difficult.

"I think you might die."

He takes a pointed drink of his before handing it over as if to say but you can try. There's something confident in his tone, but it's because if anybody actually got alcohol poisoning, he could absorb it out of them and save the day. He might even get a decent buzz from it...

[goldtiger]

Here comes a very cheeky smile and a good hearty laugh. This was one strange alcohol, to be coloring and smell of death. But that isn't going to stop him. Nope! It is only going to encourage him even more.

"I have already died twice! What's one more time? BARKEEP! ONE PINT OF WHATEVER MY FRIEND IS HAVING!" The barkeep is just giving him a look and Dohko just keeps up with the cheeky smile.

[inthemiddle]

"Oh dear, well... I certainly won't let you die, of that I can assure you," Silas squeaks out, caught being catty and feeling instant regret over making such a foolish challenge out of it. Pride before the fall, every time.

[goldtiger]

He lets out a bellowing laugh and winks at Silas. "Even the god of death had a hard time killing me so I won't die easily. Especially not to... To..." He idly pokes at now his pint size drink of the clear alcohol. "... To this."

[inthemiddle]

"W, well, then, cheers!" Silas offers, tipping his drink toward the man to tap the edges delicately. He has a magical boars constitution and can only take a single full swallow before it sends a shiver down his spine. Of course, most people wouldn't even be able to get down a sip, most likely.

[baddestqueen]

[ A pretty blonde woman walks into the tavern, wearing a black dress that’s a little too tight and a little too short. She scans the crowd with an almost bored expression — although she does notice the attention she’s getting, and likes it very much — then her face lights up as she sees Dohko. ]

You!

[ She struts over and sits across him, leaning forward just enough to fully expose her cleavage. Not that it’s hard; it’s a tiny dress. ]

You look man enough. Pour me a drink, will you, darling?

[goldtiger]

[A hottie walking into a tavern filled mainly with men? Yup, she catches Dohko's eyes very easily. Especially how that dress fits her figure so well. He admires the view a little bit, alcohol lidden mind letting go just enough to let him stare a bit before going back to nursing it.

The last thing he expected was for her to single him out so quickly. When she sits down across from him and exposes her cleavage, he couldn't help but to take a peek. Though at her words, he couldn't help but to puff up his chest with pride.]

Are you picky about your drink? The beer here isn't too bad.

[Another smirk.]

And are you sure you want this old man to pour you one?

[baddestqueen]

Not as picky as I am with my men.

[ Oh, she's a flatterer. Then again, she's rather desperate. Not that she'll ever admit it out loud, of course.

And then he says the o-word. She twitches comically, like she's personally stung. ]

... o-old?