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Message: <blockquote data-quote="H.M.Gimlord" data-source="post: 5720643" data-attributes="member: 79440">The second ale goes down as quickly as the first.The third ale, however, never makes it to Mikara's throat, "Pffffffffffeewwwww!, Achem, Ehem, Eha, ahem!"  Swilled beer goes spewing over the bar and into the shelves of spirits behind.  Mikara pounds her chest with the thumb-side of her fist and turns a mockingly apologetic look to Vyrna, "Sorry, went down the wrong tube."  Turning to the bartender, she adds, "Don' worry Blagarm!  I'll get it."Considering she's got two hefty beers in her already, the agile grace with which she leaps the counter is quite surprising.  She grabs a rag and, with equal dexterity and speed, proceeds to mop up the beer in less time than it took for her to spit it out.  She then hops back over the bar and into her stool.Five mugs remain in an undisturbed line.  Blagarm returns and places another on the counter to replace the one that wasn't swallowed.  He leans over to Ryan and explains, "Trus' mih sahn. Ye don' wahn ta see her stay on seven wi'out drinkin' the eeth."Mikara raises her mug to the bartender, "Cheers Blagarm!"  and downs the third (or fourth if you will) mug.  Her expression begins to change and lose focus.  She casts a groggy smile at the unlikely couple next to her, "Oh neffermind me."</blockquote>