Suny pulls a (>_<) face at the quality of what she's had a drink of. Putting the ug down and pushing it away from herself.
"Gah! That in't rum..." She complains, shaking her head as if that will help remove the taste of... what ever it was....
Very gingerly she reaches for a second mug. This time sniffing tentatively at the liquid.
Round 2____________
No-Eyes grabs a second stein at random and sniffs carefully at it.
"This is number two, And hello to you too!" He raised his glass before chugging in on down.
# Drinks: 2
Reijo grabs another and downs it...
Deciding that a little bit of reckless abandon in the name of Cayden Cailean is something she ought to participate in after all, Nhati joins in on the drinking contest.
After downing the first mug, Nhati wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. She looks around at the mugs, and tries to choose a safer one. "To the Lucky Drunk! Bottoms up!"
She downs her next mug.
"Halfwa' wish I knew what I be drinkin'. Can't be tha' importan', can it?"
Viktorra pushes aside her first mug, snatches up another, and downs it.
Though the otter was starting to get a little wobbly on his tiny legs, like a true sailor Lil' Fisher downs his ale along with the others.
"Told ya," Anyabwile says, elbowing Duwella as another platter arrives. "That otter can hold his drink as good as the rest of us!"
"Mayhaps," she returns with a grin, "But just look at 'im now!" The otter was greener than a seasick alligator with gangrene dipped in paint. Apparently otter livers were not built to withstand human-powered ales. "I'm still thinkin' the little guy taps out first. Followed by your youngin', of course." The young man at the far end of the table looks a little offended, but reaches for the next drink eager to prove her wrong.
Drink Tally
The Fat Mwangi Guy is at 4, everyone else is now at 2!
"Oh dear, ye poor lil' Fisher" said Ol' Salty.
Lil' Fisher takes his last ale and barely sips it before heaving to the side of the table.
Suny is just sniffing/tasting the mugs after that first disaster.
She's only sculling good rum. (^_^)
Not the nasty stuffs! (>_<)
The sullen sailor begins to perk up as the otter falls off his chair. Laughing and pointing, "Bloody beastie be thinkin'e can take'is liqu'r."
First gazing carefully at his next round, he remains steadfast as he grabs and chugs it down. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he releases a deep belch which reverberates throughout the room. With a pleased smirk, his eyes remain focused as they look back to the silver chalice once more.
Me can fetch a few pieces o'eight fer that...
Nhati muses, "I'm going to have a hard time studying my spellbooks tomorrow morning."
"Serves you right!" the parrot on her shoulder says in Polyglot.
"Shush, you," Nhati responds to her familiar, also in Polyglot.
"That's all you ever say! I'm a parrot. I talk!" the parrot responds.
With a shrug, Nhati looks over the drinks in front of her, and choose an appealing-looking one....
Reijo gets a funny idea in his head, and cough-chuckles. "Do yer li'le funny talkin' birdie drink too, Naughty? That'd be a sight t'behold!"
Round 3____________
No-Eyes grabs another glass and listens to it.
"This is number three! And don't get down on the bird Reijo, we could'a used him last voyage!" He took a cashew from the nut tray and tossed it to the Parrot. He raised his glass before chugging in on down.
"Hee he he!" He wiped his lips and banged the glass down.
# Drinks: 3
[b]"Must be outta me mind. Tha' there bird be speakin' I' cours, it could be the rum talking..."
She immediately downs another drink, putting her at her limit of three.
Round 3:
Suny puts down her mug and moves around the table to where the poor, stricken otter lies. Deftly removing her shirt,
She makes a sling for the poor, wee lamenting beasty and gently takes up the tiny furry bundle of ills.
Deftly moving amongst the crowd to find a window sill (Preferably on the shadier side of the building)
Where she and Lil' Fisher can get some cool outside air.
(^_^)
Reijo looks on with concern in his eyes for the poor little guy as Suny gives the poor fella the shirt off her ba...
Oh. It's not the otter Reijo is looking at... His dropped-open mouth now forms a admiring smirk. Before downing his next drink, Reijo raises his mug in Suny's direction as a silent toast.
Lil' Fisher still looks a bit green in Suny's arms. With a tremendous belch and the scent of death wafting out of the beast's mouth, Suny gets a bit more than she bargained for.
"Talkin' birds? Sounds like another loser in my drinking contest! Speaking of..." Duwella grins. "Pay up, bud." She shoves an open palm in front of Anyabwile's face, the tall Mwangi man rolling his eyes.
With a groan, Anyabwile pulls a few coins from a pocket and dumps them into Duwella's open hand. The coins quickly disappear on her person with another laugh.
The young man at the far end leans a little too far back and topples off his chair. He quickly scrambles to his feet, but only serves to knock the empty tankard off the table. He looks more confused than Lil' Fisher. "Well," Anyabwile chuckles, "Guess we know who got the strong one."
Drink Tally:
Both NPC contestants are now at 5, while the party is going strong at 3 each!
The veteran sailor still goes strong after downing his next drink. Self-satisfied, he grins maniacally as he watches for more signs in others who can't handle their liquor.
Suny has gracefully stepped out... And will be commencing triage and other forms of damage assistance as needed. (^_~)
To keep an eye on her friends. (^_^)
Nhati, feeling a little bit queasy and knowing that she may well be at her limit, trusts that she's among friends-- it's a festival for the Lucky Drunk, after all!-- and lifts another mug, trying to find a good one.
Sensing that Reijo may be her biggest competition (no offense, Nhati!), Viktorra quickly grabs another mug and, with out looking at its contents, drains it.
Her eyes meet Reijo's, and she gives him a slight nod.
Drinks: 4
Continues to pet and stroke the poor widdle otter...
"Oops! Better point that end out tha' window!"
Round 4____________
No-Eyes grabs another glass at random and rubs a bit of it between his fingers.
"Oooohhhhhh, what do ye do with a drunken sailor! What do ya do with a drunken sailor! What do ye do with a drunken sailor eairly in the mornin!..."
He raised his glass before chugging in on down.
# Drinks: 4
Reijo nods back to Viktorra, continuing to grin maniacally.
He also wonders if Suny's last comment refers to the otter, or to her now shirtless chest, and doesn't mind at all having another pleasant glimpse. Speaking to Bellamy, "Aye, that li'le birdie cudda come in handy a'right. An' I ain't be mindin' th'sight o'Saucy Shir'less on me decks ashwell! Ha!"
Ol' Salty nodded in Suny's direction. "Thank ye for lookin after 'im, miss. Where ye say ye from, again? Ye'd think 'e'd learn, but 'e's a glutton alrigh'. Not the first time, believe ye me."
Suny continues to sit on the window sill taking care of her current charge. Though keep an eye on the events happening in the rest of the tavern.
"Way hey an'up she rises"
"Way hey an'up she rises"
"Way hey an'up she rises"
"Erlie in tha mornin'"
"Take it away, Bellamy!"
Round 5____________
Following tightly on Ol'Salty, Bellamy stomps his feet while waiving his next glass, slopping some of his drink.
"Chuck him in the long boat till he's sober,
chuck him in the long boat till he's sober,
chuck him in the long boat till he's sober,
Earlie in the mornin!"
He downs his drink with a gasp.
# Drinks: 5
"Way hey an'up she rises"
"Way hey an'up she rises"
"Way hey an'up she rises"
"Erlie in tha mornin'"
"Put 'im in the scuppers wit tha 'ose pipe on'im"
"Put 'im in the scuppers wit tha 'ose pipe on'im"
"Put 'im in the scuppers wit tha 'ose pipe on'im"
"Erlie in tha mornin'"
Laughing at the songs and drinking going on around her, Viktorra decides to pick out another mug and drink it more slowly this time, attempting to enjoy it.
Drink Total: 5. The next will need a save.
As the fourth round of drinks makes its way around the table, Bellamy's song makes its rounds not just around the table, but through the whole tavern. Within a few short moments, would-be contestants from other tables were up and dancing, singing (oft poorly), and generally celebrating. Duwella grins, nudging Bellamy. "Oy, what say we keep ya around the Keg for a while, eh? Wouldn't mind having you or the older feller there join our 'crew', heh!"
"Aw, now hells, Duwella, ya can't just go recruiting help from the revelers!" Anyabelle made himself sound stern, but he sure didn't look the part. Something told you he was mostly kidding. Probably. "They're men of action! Sailors of the high seas! Wouldn't be right to anchor 'em here!"
"Suppose'n your right," Duwella says, waving over the fifth round of drinks. "These folks would be more interested in Redclaw's treasure! Rumor has it, someone round here's been saying they've found where it's at!"
The platter of drinks arrives at the table with a slam and a shower of splashing foam. The large man at the end of the table reaches for the nearest glass. "Drink up! I can keep this up all *hic* day!"
Round 5 begins!
Nhati takes a deep breath. The parrot on her shoulder says in Polyglot, "You know you're going to regret this in the morning."
"Regrets are for the future," the arcanist responds to her familiar.
She looks around, trying to identify one of the safer mugs.
Nhati takes a drink.... She is over her limit, so saves are in order.
Suny continues to sit on the windowsill caring for the poor otter.
"There ye go... " She croons, strokes and pets the suffering beasty. Gently cleaning the little critters fur and such with damp cloths.
She does keep a weather eye on her new companions as well... waiting to see if they too might need her aid.
On hearing talk of treasure, the angry sailor's brows crease. He hesitates to down the next drink in his hand. "Redclaw, eh? An' who might be sayin' such a thing?"
Reijo now grows suspicious... an easy enough task to accomplish. He keeps his suspicions to himself, for now. Come to think of it, the pretense of a fun party is a perfect ruse for getting some new recruits to drink 'til they're out cold... only to find the next morning their pockets are emptied and their selves press ganged aboard some ruthless rapscallion's ship...
I ain't be fallin' fer that ole trick again...
Duwella grins at Reijo's rejections of the round's drink, even as the small sailor at the end falls off his chair and flat onto the ground. "Aw, quitting early? Shame - I was kinda betting you'd outdrink 'em all!"
She pushes the glass forward, not even waiting for him to drink it as she signals for a sixth round to be brought forth. "Best drink fast if'n ya want to catch up!"
The large Mwangi man is the first to eagerly grab a cup once more. He starts drinking, spitting and laughing in between each frantic gulp. "Noun knows," he burps in response to Reijo's question. "Erryun's sayin' they's found it, but ain't gotta lick'a proof."
He forces the rest of the drink down, as Anyabwile leans forward with a mischievous grin. "Aye, everyone's eager to claim Redclaw's treasure. Even claiming you've got a piece of her goods - or her claw! - would earn ya fame across the Shackles. 'Course, so would most other lost treasures. But a big catch'a lobster this year's made the story of Redclaw the one that's been goin' round the most!"
Lil' Fisher gives a hearty (and delightfully juicy) burp. If it weren't for the fact he was still wobbling about like a ship in the heart of the Eye, he'd almost look ready for more! Several other patrons have joined Suny at the window, patting the blissfully intoxicated otter. "See, 'Bwile, now there's the real champion of this table. That lil' fella gets it!"
Round 6 begins!
Round 6_____________
Wobbling a bit, No-Eyes waives at Reijo to join in.
He thought loudly...
Stomping away enthusiastically, Bellamy grabbed another drink, not bothering to identify it, as he continued to slur/sing;
"Way hey an'up she rises!"
"Way hey an'up she rises!"
"Way hey an'up she rises!"
"Erlie in tha mornin'!"
"Pull out the plug and wet him all over!
Pull out the plug and wet him all over!
Pull out the plug and wet him all over!
"Erlie in tha mornin'!"
# Drinks: 6
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Suny smiles, laughs and giggles along with the folks come to share the window sill with herself and the fine, furred otter-kin that is "Lil Fisher" (^_^)
Keeping a weather eye on her friends while she's at it.
Nhati says, "I would shi... swi.. schin... sing, but I'm not a shinger."
She stands up, weaving unsteadily, not sure she could cast a spell if she needed to. Tai, on her shoulders, flaps his wings a couple of times to maintain balance. Nhati reaches forward for another drink, trying to get a good one.
After drinking the drink, however, she feels her stomach start to turn over. "Think I've... think I've poisoned myself," she says, as she weaves unsteadily to a place where she can empty the contents of her stomach.
Once she's done, feeling a little weak, her familiar Tai says, "Now THAT's a Color Spray!"
Seeing poor Nhati's distress Suny leaves Little fisher snug in the carrier on the window sill and moves to help Nhati,
Return back to the window. The better that the other woman's expulsions at least go some where other than over every one else.
Nhati, with a distinctly sickly pale cast to her face, nods her thanks to Suny.
Suny smiles back and in return gently begins to massage poor Nhati's back...
"Mrumph!" Reijo grunts aloud as he reconsiders. He downs the drink in his hand, then grabs another and downs it as well. Perhaps he figures he'll just have to mutiny and take the ship of anyone who press gangs him, yet again...
...or perhaps it was the sight of shirtless Suny giving Nhati a back rub, Methinks it be werth pukin' me brains out, t'gets me a rub of me own from Saucy, heh heh!
Duwella lifts a cup of her own in salute to Reijo. "Now 'at's more like it! Drink boy, I've got money riding on ya!"
Anyabwile does the honors of flagging down the seventh round of drinks. The contestants still in the running were looking progressively more and more wobbly - Reijo, Viktorra, Bellamy, and the large fellow down the end.
As soon as the seventh set of drinks hits the table, the huge Mwangi sailor grabs the nearest mug and drains it in seconds, following with a belch that could shatter stone. He grins madly, then collapses face-first onto the table with a resounding thud. The impact rattles the whole table - and probably the whole damned building.
He shows no intent of moving any more, a gurgling snore escaping his lips.
"Aw, hell," Anyabwile mutters, "Now I've gotta drag his arse outta here. Anyone feel like helping drag a drunken whale outta the way?" He nods to Nhati and Ol' Salty, the former of which looks quite a bit better after purging her system of ale.
Round 7 begins!
Reijo gives his remaining competitors a menacing glare now. Taking another mug to his lips, he slobbers it down with a few dribbles dripping down his chin. Polishing it off, he teeters in his chair as he slams down his emptied mug. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Reijo emits a loud belch of his own to compete with the down and out Mwangi man's... at whom the salty sailor grins sadistically as he chuckle-coughs. "Ha! Mga... Mawaga... Mawanagagi man can't take'is liquor!"
Round 7_______________
Weaving now, but still stomping away enthusiastically, Bellamy grabbed another drink, not bothering to identify it, as he continued to slur/sing;
"Way hey an'up she rises!"
"Way hey an'up she rises!"
"Way hey an'up she rises!"
"Erlie in tha mornin'!"
"Tie him to the taffrail when she's yardarm under!
Tie him to the taffrail when she's yardarm under!
Tie him to the taffrail when she's yardarm under!
Erlie in tha mornin'!"
# Drinks: 7
"Ah damn. The 'eavier they are, the 'arder they fall."
Ol' Salty says a few arcane words, and his muscles get stronger.
"Right, so where we takin' 'im?"
Suny continues to help sooth poor Nhati's ills.
"Here ye go.. a sip of clear water..."
"Thank you," Nahti says, still feeling queasy, but beginning to see a light at the end of a tunnel. "Tai, go help Anyabwile carry the big unconscious man out."
"Yeah, right," the parrot on her shoulder responds in polgyglot, not moving.
Suny giggles "Birdy talk" (^_^)
(Sorry, guys. School caught me by surprise!)
Viktorra sees that it's down to three (possibly two) contestants, and her determination to win reappears.
She haphazardly grabs yet another mug, downs it, and noisily let's the empty cup join the pile at her feet.
"'Twas not a problem!" she boasts loudly.
Round 8_______________
Weaving now, he continued to slur/sing;
"Way hey an'up she rises!"
Then he slowly toppled over backward, out cold.