Phrik, cortosis and all the little things.

[Zreame Ithrac Zeibitha]

Zreame looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "What does the winner get and what happens to the one that passes out?" She then asked him, a coy smile on her lips.

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[Pavor Clauditis]

"Well...that depends. What are your stipulations if you are the winner?" He asked, removing his hat for a second. He cleared his throat, slowly leaning up against the wall.

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[Zreame Ithrac Zeibitha]

Zreame thought for a few moments as she stopped at a vendor and bought a little fruit to eat. "hmm if I win... I want to say you have to eat your hat but I'm not that mean..." She then said with a grin as she thought of what she would actually want if she won, and it was clear she was drawing up a blank as she took a bite out of the fruit.

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[Pavor Clauditis]

He watched as Zreame walked over to the vendor, purchasing the fruit. "Zreame...Come on, man. I ain't fixin' on stayin' down 'ere all night. Just come up with somethin'...and we can go get intoxicated. Sound good?" He asked.

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[Zreame Ithrac Zeibitha]

Zreame sighed a little. "Fine, fine if I win...." she said as she looked at the fruit in her hand and smirked at him. "You have to switch booze with fruit juice for a week."

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[Pavor Clauditis]

"Ah, dammit." He muttered to himself. "...Sure." He said. "However, if I'm the winner...How 'bout you do ten shots of whiskey." He said with a grin. "You alright with that?" He asked, examining the street for a cantina. "Although, there ain't a cantina on this street so we're gonna have to do some walkin'."

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[Zreame Ithrac Zeibitha]

Zreame giggled a little at Pavor then. "Um your logic is a bit flawed since If you win that means I'll be passed out on the floor." She said with a wide smirk as she walked with him to look for a cantina, she was confident in her ability to hold her liquor given she grew up on party central Cernunnos.

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[Pavor Clauditis]

He chuckled. "Ah...you'll see what I mean." He said with a grin. "Five shots and you'll be on the floor." He said. Minutes later, his gaze fell upon an old, run down cantina. Pushing the door open, he stepped back, holding the door for [member="Zreame Ithrac Zeibitha"]. "I'll pay for the bottle." He said.

 

[Zreame Ithrac Zeibitha]

Zreame looked at him like the old swindler he was as she walked passed him into the old cantina. "All right then let's see who will be able to hold out longer then." She said as she moved to a booth and sat down on it. 'Sheesh this place really is run down' She thought as she watched [member="Pavor Clauditis"]

 

[Pavor Clauditis]

Entering the cantina, he made his way to the bar, gesturing for the bartender to head over. "Give me...two bottles of your strongest whiskey." He said. Quickly removing the credits and receiving the bottles, he quickly grabbed two shot glasses heading over to the table. Placing the bottles on the table, he grinned, handing [member="Zreame Ithrac Zeibitha"] a shot glass before taking a seat. Taking the bottle, he poured himself a shot, quickly raising it, emptying the glass before slamming the shot glass back down onto the table, clearing his throat.

 

[Zreame Ithrac Zeibitha]

Zreame watched him with a little suspicion in her gaze but once they were on the table she poured her shot and raised it to his and then downed it. She let out a loud sigh and smiled. "Ah~ too bad you didn't pick absinthe now that is a festive drink." She said with a wide smile and teasing tone towards [member="Pavor Clauditis"] as she then poured another shot.

 

[Pavor Clauditis]

Pouring another shot, he slowly raised the glass, chuckling. "Feth you, Zreame." He said, quickly consuming the alcohol. Coughing for a moment, before placing the shot back on the table.

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[Zreame Ithrac Zeibitha]

Zreame chuckled and had a wide grin on her lips. "You old chit." She said as she downed her shot as she then turned the glass over and placed it down upside down while she eyed [member="Pavor Clauditis"] mischievously.

 

[Pavor Clauditis]

Gripping the bottle, he raised it, quickly filing the shot glass with alcohol. Consuming all the liquid in the shot glass. Slowly, he placed the shot glass back on the table.

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[Zreame Ithrac Zeibitha]

Zreame turned her glass around and filled it before she downed the liquid and placed the glass down on the table before she cleared her throat a little loudly. "Hrrrhm sorry something was in my throat."

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[Pavor Clauditis]

He grinned, pouring another shot. His speech was obviouly slurred and his movement was slower than usual. "Z-z-z-zreame?"

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[Zreame Ithrac Zeibitha]

Zreame looked at him and giggled a little, she herself was slowly gyrating without realizing it. "Whattt?" She then asked as she poured herself another shot.

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[Pavor Clauditis]

He chuckled loudly, pouring another shot. "Z-z-zream..." He said again, chuckling once again. "I-I-I'd like...t-to alter the stipulations...i-i-if I am the vi-...victor." He then nodded, before quickly emptying the shot glass in front of him.

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[Zreame Ithrac Zeibitha]

Zreame did the same downing another of her own. "HMn? if you wiiiinn? THhheeen wha?" She responded as she stared a little at him with a quizzical and drunk look.

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[Pavor Clauditis]

"If...I-If I win...Just f-for the hell of it...y-y-you grind down them horns." He said, slowly pouring another shot. Lifting the shot glass, he quickly swallowed the alcohol. "Y-y-y-you...a-alright with that?"

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