Bront
The man with the probe
Sunny - You start pounding drinks with the small half-elf. You match him drink for drink, chugging and chugging, one, two, three, four... each one getting a bit harder to get it to your lips, and your competition looks about as bad. You clink your mug to his and chuck your fifth round. You toss it back... and keep going back... you're falling...floating in a sea of beer. Your float ... relaxed in the warmth... and it's wet... your pants are very very wet...
Oirhandir and Troi spot Sunny in the corner pounding them back with a small half-elf. He tips one back and keeps going, falling on his back. The half-elf doesn't look much better, as he sets the mug down, says something, and falls face first onto the table.
Oirhandir and Troi spot Sunny in the corner pounding them back with a small half-elf. He tips one back and keeps going, falling on his back. The half-elf doesn't look much better, as he sets the mug down, says something, and falls face first onto the table.