I’m back from camping! Yaaaaaaaaaaay!

Heeeeey Aggrooooon! Welcome back.
- RR

{Dianne gives a surprised look to Armin.}
Dianne "You? I mean, it's a little more even, but you're already halfway wasted. Unless, Jerry's cousin wants you to be his 'champion'?"
Cousin: "No way! I'm not going to risk a seven figure bottle of liquor on a drinking contest that I'm basically guaranteed to lose."
Dianne: Ah, very well."
Cousin: "But, if you do decide to have that contest with Armin anyway, can drink the Farmside. I'd be willing to pay that price to see that."

'Well, Dianne?' said Armin. 'Are you willing to risk losing against me? I'm pretty confident that I can beat you, 'halfway wasted' - which I'm not - or otherwise.'

While he was talking, a few other people detached themselves from the crowd around Magnus and stood nearby, watching the group curiously. Ivy was among them.

{Dianne crosses her arms and chuckles.}
Dianne: “I could never lose to the likes of you.”
{She then proceeds to sit across from where Armin’s standing.}
Dianne: “Bring the shot glasses. Sit, I accept.”

'Confident, aren't you?' Armin said as he sat down opposite Dianne. 'You don't know what's really gonna happen until it does.'

{Dianne just smiles.}
Dianne: "Neither do you. I've had this kind of liquor before, so I know how it affects me."
{Jerry's cousin then sets up twelve shot glasses in front of the pair, six for each person, then begins to carefully fill them.}

Armin waited for Jerry's cousin to finish filling all the glasses. He seemed quite confident in his ability to win, despite having never drunk this stuff before. On the sidelines, Frederick, Ivy and a huddle of other curious bystanders watched.

{Once the glasses were filled, Jerry's cousin started to speak.}
Cousin: "Ok, here's how this is going to go, you two are going to drink the shots in alternating order. The person who can drink the most shots without passing out or throwing up wins. Remember, you can quit at any time if you don't feel well. You two have a lot of pride, but this isn't worth your lives, if you start to feel unwell, stop. So, who want to take the first drink?"

Armin started to reach for his first shot, then paused and turned his gaze onto Dianne. 'Hmm, since you're so convinced you can win easily, you can go first.'

- RR

{Dianne just smirks.}
Dianne: "Alright. I'll go first."
{Dianne picks up her first shot glass and drinks it. She blinks a bit as she puts it back on the table upside down, but seems otherwise fine.}
Dianne: "There. Now, you go."

Raising an eyebrow, Armin lifted his own shot glass and swallowed the contents. He immediately went into a coughing fit, having not expected it to be so potent.

Ivy snorted out a laugh and thumped him on the back. 'So much for vampires and your /superior alcohol tolerance...'/

'I'm fine,' Armin wheezed. 'I just wasn't expecting it to be /that/ strong.' He looked defiantly at Dianne, waiting for her to take her turn.

- RR

{Dianne bursts out laughing.}
"What's the matter, can't handle your liquor? This stuff was specifically designed for non humans. This is probably how strong whisky is like for humans."
{Dianne takes the next shot, drinks it, and shakes herself off a little.}
"Smooth."

Armin eyed Dianne. 'Ehh, well, I've never drunk something specially made for non-humans. I guess I'm not used to liquor being this strong.' He drank his second shot, this time managing to down it without choking. Ivy was watching the contest like a hawk, waiting to see how long it would take for the alcohol to have a clear effect on either of them.

{Dianne shrugs.}
"Yeah, it's a bit of a specialized field that no one can seem to get right. I guess that's why this liquor is so valuable."
{She then drinks her third, putting the glass upside down and blinking a little harder now.}
"Go. Let's see how far you can get with the real stuff."

Armin smirked. 'How far? How about all six of these?' He downed his third shot and slammed the empty glass back on the table triumphantly. 'This is gonna be easy.' He paused and looked at the table, frowning a little. 'Uhh, guys? I think we have a problem here. The table's moving by itself.'

'It's not moving, you idiot,' Ivy scowled, 'you're just drunk.'

'Oh, right. Shi.t.' He shook his head, trying to clear it. 'OK, your turn.'

{Dianne stifled a laugh before drinking her next shot. She then starts squinting at Armin. }
Dianne: “Huh...that was quicker quicker than I thought. Either I’m drunk, or you have an ugly ass twin.”

'If I had a twin, then I'm sure he'd be just as handsome and charming as myself,' said Armin, flashing a grin at Dianne. He eyed his fourth glass for a moment, as though having an internal debate on whether to drink it or not. In the end, he did. 'Hah! Beat that!'

'You two are insane,' said Frederick under his breath, shaking his head.

(There should only be one quicker. Oops.)

{Dianne matches his grin. It seems drunk Dianne is quite a bit more easy going than she is sober. She downs her fifth, swaying a little bit, before putting the glass down.}
Dianne: If you did have a twin...I bet he wouldn’t be a creeper like you...heheheh....now, drink your fifth.”

Armin's eyes widened. 'A creeper? I thought we were past that by now.' He downed his own fifth shot, slamming the glass down on the table and coughing. 'Ugh... my head's spinning... but this isn't over 'till it's over!' he finished in a slightly slurred voice.

Dianne: “Heheheh...were you or were you not flirting with a twelve year old girl in a bar the first time we met? I saw it, Magnus saw it, Jerry saw it, stop trying to (hic) deny it.”
{Dianne picked up her sixth shot, swayed a little, and drank it. Putting the glass down, her posture becomes a little more slumped. Her blinking slows, and she looks at the empty cups. }
Dianne: “...Six...I...I bet you can’t...match that...

Looking offended, Armin tried to flip Dianne off, then stopped and gazed at his own hand in confusion, realising he didn't have a middle finger. He decided to pick up his last glass instead, but didn't drink it just yet. 'Hah... you think... you think you're so impressive, huh? Just 'cuz you drank six puny little shots? I could keep this up /all night,'/ he bragged. 'You're on the brink of passing out by the looks of things.' With that, he drank his last shot. Slumping forwards, he stared at Dianne through glazed eyes. 'It's... a tie...'

{Dianne laughs and almost falls over. Recovering quickly, she grips the table, still grinning.}
Dianne: “Oh...fffforgot you were missin’ fingers? Heheheh...p-pour me another. I’m gunna win this...”
Cousin: “No, you’ve both had enough. It’s a tie, let it go.

Armin turned to Jerry's cousin. 'You're forgetting, we're not human,' he said, grinning in a way that showed his vampire fangs. 'I /can't die/ from drinking. At worst... I'll pass out and... and wake up with a hellish hangover tomorrow. Pour another, I say.'

{Jerry's cousin reluctantly poured another round, seemingly knowing that if Armin got one, Dianne would want one too. Picking up her glass, she waits for Armin to drink his first.}
"...You first, sweetheart..."

'Sweetheart? Aww, I knew you liked me after all,' said Armin teasingly. He looked down at his glass and attempted to focus on it. The whole table looked like it was veering from side to side like the deck of a ship. After a couple of failed attempts to pick up his glass, he drank it down. He swayed dangerously in his chair and had to grab the edge of the table to avoid falling off. 'Can you beat /that?...'/

{Dianne just chuckles as she struggles to keep from spilling her drink.}
Dianne: "Naw, I don' like you...you remind me too much of my ex...Yeah, I can top that..."
{Dianne drinks her seventh shot, drops the glass on the table, then heavily leans forward on the table. She's starting to look a little pale.}
Dianne: "...Sssssevennnn...I /dare/ you to try for eight..."

Armin squinted at her. 'Huh. How do I remind you of your /ex?/ Do I look like him? Act like him?' He eyed all the empty glasses littered across the table, as if he'd only just noticed how many there were. 'And... maybe we should /stop/ now,' he said unsteadily. 'Or we're both gonna make ourselves really, really sick.'

{Dianne closes her eyes, gripping the table as she leans on it.}
Dianne: "...You're handsome like he was...You act like him...you /flirt/ like he did...Urgh...Ok...let's stop..."

'...Heh. You jus' called me handsome,' said Armin, smirking. Of course, he already knew who Dianne's ex /was,/ because Magnus had told him the story, but he was pretending he didn't know anything. 'Urgh. I should prob'ly go upstairs... but my room's too far away... Guess I'll jus' stay here for the night.' He slowly slumped forwards over the table, resting his head on it.

{Dianne just leans forward, cradling her head in her hands.}
"I'm not blind, Armin...You are good looking...you're just not my type...Fine, pass out on the table...Jus' gimmie like...an hour...I'll retire to bed as well..."
{With the pair having clearly drunk themselves out, Jerry's cousin begins to clean up around them.}
Cousin: "Ok, Jerry, they're done, now it's our turn."
{Jerry just grins.}
Jerry: "Ok. Let's do it."

Armin was already unconscious. Ivy stared at them for a moment, then sighed and walked off, looking disappointed that the contest was over. Frederick also stood up, which a half-amused glance at the pair.

'Be careful, won't you?' he said to Jerry. 'You saw what that stuff did to /them,/ and they're not human. Don't go overboard.'

{Jerry just smiles and pats Fred on the shoulder.}
“Don’t worry, we’ll be careful. You sure you don’t want to join us?”

Frederick shook his head. 'After witnessing /that/ spectacle, I think I'll pass. I've no desire to spend tomorrow morning with a hangover. I'll stay and watch though, if you don't mind. Just to make sure you two don't kill yourselves.'

-RR

Dianne: “F@ck you, Frederick...”
Jerry: “Sure. Besides, we’re only having one shot each. We’ll be ok. “

Frederick ignored Dianne. 'Oh, you're only having one shot each? In that case, I don't need to worry about you. I'm heading off to bed for the night.' With that, he turned and started to walk away.

Wendigo, who was still watching everything through the window, snorted loudly. 'He never was much fun at parties. OK, Jerry and whoever the other dude is - take those shots. I wanna see what happens when /humans/ drink that stuff.'

{Jerry nods and waves Fred off before turning to Wendigo.}
"Eh, it might not be so much different. The stuff's pretty potent."

Wendigo grinned. 'Ahh, if only I wasn't dead... I could've out-drunk any of you.'

{Jerry gives a skeptical look.}
"Could you though? Those two are no slouches."

'I won plenty of drinking contests when I was alive. Some of them against vampires. I'd have a fighting chance, at least.'

(Yo, I'm going to timeskip to the next morning when I post the RP room on Saturday. If you're busy on Saturday, I'll post the room anyway and we can continue there when you're back.)

(Nope, I’ll be there. Sure, but do we cease activity here until then?)

(Hmm, we may as well continue here with Jerry, Wendigo and Co. until then. Saturday's a couple of days away still.)

(Okie dokie)
Jerry: “I’m sure you would have. Still, that Akhetian Ale is some strong stuff. It might not have been as fun as you think.”
{Just then, Pythia passed by and saw the poor states of Dianne and Armin. Raising her hands in an exasperated manner, she speaks.}
Pythia: “What is this? What happened to these two?”

Wendigo opened his mouth to argue Jerry's statement, then stopped when he noticed Pythia approaching.

'Oh, those guys?' he said, chuckling. 'They had a drinking contest. Don't worry, they'll be fine... I think.'

{Pythia just rubs her face wearily. Dianne, having only been partially passed out, with her head resting on her folded arms, picks her head up.}
Dianne: "Huh-wuh? Wa' happened?"
Pythia: "You got drunk off your ass, and so did Armin, that's what happened."
Dianne: "...Oh yeah...Eh, it was Akhetian Ale...I'll drink that any chance I get..."
Pythia: "...If I wasn't sworn to pacifism, I'd slap you both so hard right now..."

'Aww, come on Pythia, give them a break,' said Wendigo. 'They /have/ been fighting a war and everything. They deserve to have some fun. Besides, I'd be doing the same if I wasn't undead.'

Dianne: "Yeah, Pythia, cut me some slack...My-my life...is fockin' miserable like...95% of the time, so...so please...just give me this..."
{Pythia just sighs at this.}
Pythia: "Very well. But there have to be better ways to cheer yourselves up than this..."

'You should go up to your room, y'know,' advised Wendigo, looking down at Dianne. 'You probably don't want to stay there all night. And what are we gonna do with /him?'/ He nodded in Armin's direction.

{Pythia looks the pair over.}
Pythia: “I’ll take the pair, one at a time. I’ll take Dianne first, since she can still walk.”
{Pythia helps Dianne to her feet and starts to walk her to the stairs.}
Pythia: “Keep an eye on Armin, I’ll be right back.”

Wendigo snorted. 'He's not going anywhere,' he said dryly, eyeing the completely passed-out Armin. He watched Pythia and Dianne walking away to make sure they wouldn't have any problems.

{Dianne and Pythia disappear up the stairwell. As they do, Magnus walks up, having finished his show.}
Magnus: “Sup, nerds,what’s going on?”

'Not much,' said Wendigo. 'You missed all the fun stuff. If you'd showed up fifteen minutes ago, you could have watched Armin and Dianne getting completely wasted.'

(I miiiight be late posting the new room today, but it will be posted.)