Post by Varga on Sept 27, 2021 19:22:07 GMT
Lynne has been working in hospitality industry for many years. Over this time, she has seen it all: pub brawls, bar fights (yes, there's a difference); birthday celebrations, exuberant banquets; small sandwiches held together by toothpicks, people held upright by their drinking buddies; drinking horses, drinking birds, and, one occasion, a drinking cat; teleportations from the tavern, into the tavern, around the tavern, on top of the tavern; visitors from Faerun, Feywild, and F* knows where else…
And yet this drinking contest was somewhat out of the ordinary.
She delivered a wide array of vodka shots into the back room of the Guilded Mirror. The group themselves was a mixed bag. On the one hand, a tiny Halfling and a red-skinned Tiefling were a rather mundane sight in this establishment, what with all the adventurers it served. Seeing two half-orcs, one grey and one dark-skinned, together in Daring Heights was unusual, but not yet classified as a horde. An imposing Fey lady in an indigo kimono who exuded charm was visiting for the first time. But something about the group was a bit odd.
Perhaps the fact that the Fey lady was holding a chicken who eyed the tiefling suspiciously, bore certain novelty. And yes, an 8-foot-tall bear sitting at the table was a singular sight, there was no doubt about that.
Ever the professional, Lynne delivered the ordered drinks without a question and left, keeping an eye on the strange drinking party. Out of pure professionalism, of course, just in case the guests would like something else.
The drinking contest commenced.
'It was a decent fight,' the dark-skinned half-orc mentioned, downing her first glass. They were lither than the grey one, and carried significantly less axes, so Lynne was more comfortable with them already. 'The important thing was that we helped the Regent.'
'Yeah, but his sister was damn polite in their undead form. Such fine manners! Inviting us to a fight,' the grey half-orc said thoughtfully, not even noticing the strong drink she just had.
'They nearly blinded me!' Tiefling bristled, and, barely swallowing her booze, added: 'Twice! What kind of manners do you call that?!'
'Maybe it liked you!' The Halfling chirped, and took time to finish the drink that could be considered a tall glass for someone her height.
'In any case, I am very grateful to you for helping my friends,' the lady said, her porcelain skin making her movements look like that of an expensive doll. 'Thanks to you, the Court of Rebirth is finally at peace.' She raised her glass gracefully.
'Cheers!' Others toasted and drank.
'Cluck!' Said the chicken and downed a glass. The drink had an interesting effect on the animal. Its eyes, one of which seemed to be following the tiefling with suspicion before, have gone completely independent, making it resemble a rather hairy chameleon.
The bear growled something, and the dark-skinned half-orc addressed the chicken.
'Wilfred, are you alright?' The chicken provided no response. The half-orc shrugged and took another drink. 'I think he is.'
The bear downed his own drink with some difficulty, clearly missing the presence of opposable thumbs. He put down his glass and stared into the distance.
'How are you doing, Toothy?' The grey half-orc, halfway through another shot, elbowed the bear. The bear provided no response.
The lady sighed and shook her head slightly, as if acknowledging the unsophisticated nature of her company, and finally had her drink. Her hand with the glass froze inches away from her face, as she stared at the same point in space the bear was staring at, which was incidentally the same place where one of the chicken's eyes was directed.
The Halfling waved her hand in front of the Fey's face.
'Guess she's out,' she shrugged and grinned. 'More for me!' She greedily snatched another glass and downed it, spilling a bit on her shirt.
'Good stuff!' Said the Tiefling cheerfully, getting another shot. She was quite sneaky and Lynne lost the count of how many did she drink. That one was her last though, as just after having it, she dropped her head on the table and snored soundly, mumbling something about apples in her sleep.
The remaining three contestants exchanged knowing looks. They kept drinking, discussing some adventuring stuff Lynne had no idea about: walls of thorns, dispelling magic, battle tactics, and the problem of standing in an organized line before an opponent who has certain magical abilities.
The Halfling tried to cheat by making a copy of herself and making it drink, but still only came third, passing out after a dozen or so shots. Lynne was surprised she lasted that long.
The two half-orcs kept drinking as if nothing happened, the grey one bemoaning how hard it was to hit trees with axes, and the dark-skinned one pointing out the importance of flowing movement.
'If tha damm tree din't have is bark,' the grey one slurred before the shot number 21. 'I'd f finisht eet in a minute. To Yurtrus with tha' bark, honst'ly!' She growled, downed her drink, and fell onto the table, completely wasted.
The winner shrugged, looked across their three sleeping companions, an unresponsive bear, a frozen Fey and an uncoordinated chicken, glanced at the remaining eight shots on the table, said 'Guess I win then,' and downed them all one by one, put the glasses on the table with precise and careful movements, and fell back on the sofa like they were shot with an arrow.
Lynne would have forgotten the event altogether, no matter how fascinating it was, if she hadn't witnessed some of the participants the very next day. As she strolled down the Sunfast Way, she saw a new parlor open. Inside, the Halfling and the Tiefling were chasing a dozen chinchillas, who in turn seemed to be chasing an 8-foot-bear. The half-orcs stood in the corner with the expressions of normality that was borderline mundane. Thus, Lynne had nothing better to do than to shrug it off as just another day in Daring Heights and be on her way, although she kept wondering what was the kimono-wearing lady doing with the chicken in Feywild…
And yet this drinking contest was somewhat out of the ordinary.
She delivered a wide array of vodka shots into the back room of the Guilded Mirror. The group themselves was a mixed bag. On the one hand, a tiny Halfling and a red-skinned Tiefling were a rather mundane sight in this establishment, what with all the adventurers it served. Seeing two half-orcs, one grey and one dark-skinned, together in Daring Heights was unusual, but not yet classified as a horde. An imposing Fey lady in an indigo kimono who exuded charm was visiting for the first time. But something about the group was a bit odd.
Perhaps the fact that the Fey lady was holding a chicken who eyed the tiefling suspiciously, bore certain novelty. And yes, an 8-foot-tall bear sitting at the table was a singular sight, there was no doubt about that.
Ever the professional, Lynne delivered the ordered drinks without a question and left, keeping an eye on the strange drinking party. Out of pure professionalism, of course, just in case the guests would like something else.
The drinking contest commenced.
'It was a decent fight,' the dark-skinned half-orc mentioned, downing her first glass. They were lither than the grey one, and carried significantly less axes, so Lynne was more comfortable with them already. 'The important thing was that we helped the Regent.'
'Yeah, but his sister was damn polite in their undead form. Such fine manners! Inviting us to a fight,' the grey half-orc said thoughtfully, not even noticing the strong drink she just had.
'They nearly blinded me!' Tiefling bristled, and, barely swallowing her booze, added: 'Twice! What kind of manners do you call that?!'
'Maybe it liked you!' The Halfling chirped, and took time to finish the drink that could be considered a tall glass for someone her height.
'In any case, I am very grateful to you for helping my friends,' the lady said, her porcelain skin making her movements look like that of an expensive doll. 'Thanks to you, the Court of Rebirth is finally at peace.' She raised her glass gracefully.
'Cheers!' Others toasted and drank.
'Cluck!' Said the chicken and downed a glass. The drink had an interesting effect on the animal. Its eyes, one of which seemed to be following the tiefling with suspicion before, have gone completely independent, making it resemble a rather hairy chameleon.
The bear growled something, and the dark-skinned half-orc addressed the chicken.
'Wilfred, are you alright?' The chicken provided no response. The half-orc shrugged and took another drink. 'I think he is.'
The bear downed his own drink with some difficulty, clearly missing the presence of opposable thumbs. He put down his glass and stared into the distance.
'How are you doing, Toothy?' The grey half-orc, halfway through another shot, elbowed the bear. The bear provided no response.
The lady sighed and shook her head slightly, as if acknowledging the unsophisticated nature of her company, and finally had her drink. Her hand with the glass froze inches away from her face, as she stared at the same point in space the bear was staring at, which was incidentally the same place where one of the chicken's eyes was directed.
The Halfling waved her hand in front of the Fey's face.
'Guess she's out,' she shrugged and grinned. 'More for me!' She greedily snatched another glass and downed it, spilling a bit on her shirt.
'Good stuff!' Said the Tiefling cheerfully, getting another shot. She was quite sneaky and Lynne lost the count of how many did she drink. That one was her last though, as just after having it, she dropped her head on the table and snored soundly, mumbling something about apples in her sleep.
The remaining three contestants exchanged knowing looks. They kept drinking, discussing some adventuring stuff Lynne had no idea about: walls of thorns, dispelling magic, battle tactics, and the problem of standing in an organized line before an opponent who has certain magical abilities.
The Halfling tried to cheat by making a copy of herself and making it drink, but still only came third, passing out after a dozen or so shots. Lynne was surprised she lasted that long.
The two half-orcs kept drinking as if nothing happened, the grey one bemoaning how hard it was to hit trees with axes, and the dark-skinned one pointing out the importance of flowing movement.
'If tha damm tree din't have is bark,' the grey one slurred before the shot number 21. 'I'd f finisht eet in a minute. To Yurtrus with tha' bark, honst'ly!' She growled, downed her drink, and fell onto the table, completely wasted.
The winner shrugged, looked across their three sleeping companions, an unresponsive bear, a frozen Fey and an uncoordinated chicken, glanced at the remaining eight shots on the table, said 'Guess I win then,' and downed them all one by one, put the glasses on the table with precise and careful movements, and fell back on the sofa like they were shot with an arrow.
Lynne would have forgotten the event altogether, no matter how fascinating it was, if she hadn't witnessed some of the participants the very next day. As she strolled down the Sunfast Way, she saw a new parlor open. Inside, the Halfling and the Tiefling were chasing a dozen chinchillas, who in turn seemed to be chasing an 8-foot-bear. The half-orcs stood in the corner with the expressions of normality that was borderline mundane. Thus, Lynne had nothing better to do than to shrug it off as just another day in Daring Heights and be on her way, although she kept wondering what was the kimono-wearing lady doing with the chicken in Feywild…
Hahah it's great! Also Celina would still be watching the chicken...