Brady busies himself with fixing his hair, smoothing his clothing out and even checking his breath. Hopeful, nervous glances are sent towards the every other moment.

Mikani laughs softly, "I met Willow once ... she was hitting on Duke Vercyn." Mikani shrugs because that is all she knows about the woman. "It was a game ... he was trying to not be seduced. So apparently I'm bad at it. Or he's good at ignoring my fake advances."

Nallah, a buff-looking tortie cat with green eyes, 2 House Mazetti Aspirants, Sirra, a very quiet maid arrive, following Alessia.

Nallah, a buff-looking tortie cat with green eyes, 2 House Mazetti Aspirants, Sirra, a very quiet maid leave, following Alessia.

Ysbail laughs brightly, "Ah well that would explain it then, I do believe you left out that part Lady Mikani." As for Willow hitting on Verycn? The statement earns another soft laugh from the Blackwood Shaman. "It's the beard - Though I've heard that the Duke may be looking to marry again, whether or not there's any truth to the matter remains to be seen."

There is several bottles on a table and the Princess Mother Drea Redrain finishes setting shot glasses around the bottles before pulling up a stool to sit on. "I have two more grandchildren! Two granddaughters who are absolutely adorable! So, we're going to get rip roaring DRUNK in celebration. Who's in?"

Mikani laughs softly, "Oh I think he might be on the warpath for a bride." Mika sips more of her water as she leans against the bartop. Her eyes go distant for a moment as she looks deep into the glass before she grins at Ysbail. "Well part of the point was to give Drea hope that Kieran would marry. He was even turning down prospects." She pauses, "Though hearing that now ... doesn't sound like so much of a comfort. As Drea makes her pronouncement, Mika raises her glass of water and cheers.

Arriving with the quiet of an earthquake, the Man-Bear that is Brogan stomps in with a slam of the door open and shut. Big hands slap together loudly. "Bring forth the competition and liquid weapons of choice for I have arrived!" At the very least, Borgan is still clothed! Well. That is until encouraged not to be, which seems to almost always happens.

Cillian looks about to say something when Brogan arrives, he blinks and then looks to the others, "COme join us and sit." he says to the large man speaking in a heavy northern shav accent. He moves to sit down, "I will drink to that." he looks to Ysbail giving her a look.

Drea has joined the A central table with benches.

Drea settles at the table, perched up on her stool. "Come and sit with me if you want to share these bottles of whiskey made especially for this event! Sit, sit, grab a shot glass and then we will share! We'll drink in rounds. Last one standing, wins!"

Cillian has joined the A central table with benches.

Mikani takes a seat and readies herself for the shots to start.

Mikani has joined the A central table with benches.

Baltus is still reading the parchment from a message as he arrives, crumpling it and stuffing it in his poacket as she enters the threshold to the bar. He wastes no time moving closer to those gathered, though it's Mikani he steps up behind, leans down, and says in her ear, "Boo." Then he nods to everyone else before sitting next to her.

Baltus has joined the A central table with benches.

Ysbail chuckles, "Prince Kieran is young yet, if he settles at all I'm sure it will be in his own time, and I'm sure Drea will have plenty more grandbabies to spoil." She looks to the bottles lifting a hand, "I'm just going to watch this one, Lest Eilonwy appear to start stuffing my face with berries mid sentence again." She casts a curious look over to Cillian, questioning.

Mikani jumps a bit at the 'boo' but grins as she sees Baltus. "Lord Darkwater." She nods softly before murmuring to him quietly. Mikani then looks at Ysbail, "Let your hair down a bit Ysbail. Drinking isn't that bad. Especially if you have someone nicely point you in the direction of your house at the end of the night."

Looking to Cillian, Brogan immediately turns towards the source of potential drinking immediately. "Excellent." He thumps his frame down into a seat to rumble his greeting of "Brogan Nightgold." coupled with a meaty wave of his hand to the others. A large grin pokes out from his bushy beard. Immediately he plucks up a shot glass and peers at it. "It's so tiny." Brogan's voice is a mournful lament.

Brogan has joined the A central table with benches.

Cillian nods at Mikani's words, "See Ys, you should join us come on." he grins, "I'll even help you back to the house after." he looks to Borgan, " Cillian Weatherwood." he introduces himself to all.

Brady has joined the A central table with benches.

Ysbail laughs, "Only because you insist Lady Mikani, but If I pass out someone will have to carry me home." And as Cillian volunteers the young shaman holds up both hands. "I know when I'm beaten. Very well." Moving to claim a seat.

Mikani watches Brogen, "Mikani Redreef ... it may be tiny but think of it like a good army. They little guys add up and can take down one big guy." She smiles at the man as she takes a shot glass and slides it to Ysbail. Mikani then takes one for herself and passes one to Baltus on the other side.

Baltus grins and nods his head toward Mikani, "Lady Redreef." Then he nods his head to the others present and settles in for the drinks. He says jovially to Ysbail. "Lady Mikani and I will carry you home if necessary." Then he nudges Mikani with his elbow and says, "Won't we?" Baltus takes his shot glass, waiting until the call to drink it.

Brady slides up to the central table, offering a deep bow, "Forgive my distraction, it's been a crazy day. Brady Grayhope, of the Valorous Few." He takes a seat.

Drea slides over a shot glass to everyone sitting. "One drink a round. You pass out, you're out. We'll get you home. Last one standing, wins. I have a special bottle for the winner. Any questions?"

Fairly well known as not being much of a drinker, it is nothing but pure Northern Pride that leads Willow to attend. She throws a fist up in the air when she spots Brogan, and exclaims, "Thank the Gods, we have a horse in the race." At least one Nightgold in attendence is a likely participant.

Willow steps off after Brady to sit at the table near him.

Mikani shakes her head as she waits for order to drink. "I always help anyone home that needs it."

Ysbail has joined the A central table with benches.

Brady takes a shot glass, shaking his head, "None here, your Highness." He grins at Willow and leans in close to whisper to her.

Ysbail waves over Willow. "Come on Lady Willow. If I have to drink, you have to." Not that Ysbail expects the nightgold to do so, but worth a shot.

Mikani checked stamina + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 44 higher.

Drea opens up a bottle and leans over to pour in each shot glass. She gets it as close as she can. "Alright, everyone lift!" She has to stay sober, damnit, but she fills up a drink for Cillian.

Brady checked stamina + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 27 higher.

Ysbail checked stamina + survival at difficulty 15, rolling 7 higher.

Willow muses thoughtfully at Ysbail, "If I can tap out after a perfunctory round to buy in a seat." Wink.

"Two" Rumbles Brogan in response to Drea asking about questions one finger is held up. "Will the glass sizes increase?" Then he holds up his second finger. "Two. What exactly is it we are drinking? Not that I am fussy mind you." But he still prepares to down his itty bitty glass. "Willow! Take a seat, or cheer us on? Not sure what this is yet!"

Brogan checked stamina + survival at difficulty 15, rolling 33 higher.

Drea has left the A central table with benches.

Siggi, a small fox have been dismissed.

Aralie, the shy assistant have been dismissed.

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Brady before departing.

Mikani holds up her glass. "To the new Redrain additions!" She clanks her glass against Brogan's. "No a drinking contest the glass size stays the same."

Baltus has rolled a critical success!
Baltus checked stamina + performance at difficulty 15, rolling 52 higher.

Ysbail sighs, "This makes me regret not getting those extra survival lessons on how not to be poisoned." Ysbail laughs knocking back her first glass. "To New beginnings."

Cillian checked stamina + survival at difficulty 15, rolling 17 higher.

Willow pulls out a dark glass flask and opens it, lifting it to Brogan and then to Mikani's toast, her lips staining the color of blackberry juice when she sips at it.

Drea watches almost mournfully as each drink is tossed back and then grabs one for herself. "Well, just one for the new grandma, right?" She tosses back one. "Everyone should be still standing!"

Baltus not only manages to stay upright, but it's as if he's drinking water. He tips his head back to swallow the shot, and then slams the shot glass back down on the bar in front of him with a smirk. Then he says, "That's the worst you can do?" He drapes an arm over Mikani's shoulder and he leans in to Drea and says, "Congratulations, by the way."

Brady slams his shot, "To new beginnings!" His tone seems more than genuine, and his broad smile attests to that.

Willow reaches after a drink when Drea says that. That, she'll drink to, even if she refuses to be part of a contest. She smiles as she stands near Brady and Drogan.

Drea refills all the glasses with a smile, though not hers. "Next round!"

Mikani flushes for the briefest of moments before her face turns back to the usual color. She raises her glass and slams it back after she gets the second round. "New beginnings."

Mikani checked stamina + performance at difficulty 25, rolling 0 higher.

Ysbail checked willpower + survival at difficulty 25, rolling 5 lower.

Brady checked stamina + performance at difficulty 25, rolling 9 higher.

Ysbail conks out gold.

Baltus checked stamina + survival at difficulty 25, rolling 3 lower.

Cillian drinks the glass down and puts on the table, "To the children." he smiles looking to everyone and waits for the glasses to be refilled.

Cillian checked stamina + survival at difficulty 25, rolling 8 higher.

Brogan checked stamina + survival at difficulty 25, rolling 20 higher.

Brady lifts the second shot in cheers, and slams it back too, grimacing at it's strength. "Whew, some potent stuff ya got 'ere, Princess." His more refined accent has been stripped clean by the alcohol, leaving only his natural tongue. Not that he seems to notice, as tipsy as he is.

Maybe the first shot was water, or maybe not... maybe it was some delayed reaction, because apparently the combination of the two was enough to knock him out cold. Good thing he has his arm around Mikani's shoulder, because at least he goes down a little softer than he woulda, but he does go down.

If there is one thing Brogan can do besides brawl. It is drink, and he practically inhales the shot glass. "Oh that is nice, not bad at all. Just the right amount of bite."

Mikani looks over at Baltus on her shoulder and all she can do is laugh. "Oh he's never going to live this one down." She reaches a hand up to pat the man on the head. "It's okay I will make sure you get walked home."

Cillian drinks down the second shot and looks to Baltus when he passes out. "Oh my." he then looks over as Ysbail is out as well, "Oh dear." he smirks and shakes his head, "That is good stuff." he agrees with Brogan.

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Brady before departing.

Drea leans over to refill each glass again. "Alright, next round." She watches two pass out and then she makes sure they're comfortable before she nods to the rest. "Tip it back!"

Mikani checked stamina + performance at difficulty 35, rolling 15 lower.

Brady murmurs, "Ooooh boy," and lifts the shot to hus mouth.

Brogan checked stamina + survival at difficulty 35, rolling 8 higher.

Mikani takes her drink and licks her lips before she tosses it back. Oh it was hard stuff. She burps softly into her hand before she slumps forward and catches her head on her hands to the table. Baltus rolling back from her shoulder to her back.

Willow can't disguise the relief as people much taller or heavier than she are passing out cold. She'll stick to blackberry whatever it is. Juice, wine, tea? Not that it matters. She throws her head back and whoots excitedly for Brogan and Brady to stay standing though.

Brady checked stamina + performance at difficulty 35, rolling 24 higher.

Cillian checked stamina + survival at difficulty 35, rolling 4 higher.

Brady sniffs and wrinkles his nose, slouching in his seat. He looks back at Willow, drunkenly stating, "I fuggin' luv ya, ya know? Ain't said that ta no one since muh bruther fuggin' pfftt." He makes a twirling, waving motion. He looks back to Drea, grinning wide, "Thiss shit's strong."

There is a hearty, but not mocking laugh as people start dropping out. "The liver is evil, and must be punished! Don't worry, you all will get the hang of it!" Brogan immediately tips back his next shorts rapidly enough and exhales sharply after the third. "Ooof, that bite is a little more noticable now. I approve. Keep cheering, though Willow! It seems to have an effect." Even though he has to shake his head a bit after the last shot and blink a few times. Brogan's hands smack together in a hard rubbing once more. "Good, people are lasting! This could go on for quite some time!" Brogan looks all too pleased with this, but at least still has his shirt on.

A messenger arrives, delivering a message to Brady before departing.

Drea salutes the remaining drinkers with a laugh and then refills their glass and her own. "Good! Good. I did ask for the most potent stuff I could get. One more time!"

Cillian chuckles his eyes are a bit glassy now as he puts down the shot glass on the table, "Whoa, Mother bear who made this stuff." he chuckles looking at Brogan and Brady. "May the best man win!"

Willow continues whooping enthusiastically for her pair at the table, grinning at how small the shot glass looks in Brogan's hand after a murmured reply to Brady.

Brogan checked stamina + survival at difficulty 45, rolling 4 lower.

Mikani Baltus = Don't know you smell like the ocean ... I love the smell of the ocean .....

A messenger steps up to Brady and hands him a rolled up scroll, and (unwisely, perhaps), a rubicund short sword. Brady takes it in hand and lifts it in the air, "Swooord-fight!" Almost immediately, two Iron Guards step closer to the table, and Brady snickers, shoving the sword in his backpack, "Sorry! Sorry, 's all good." He upnods Cillian, "A'ight man, scool, wit' the drinkin' an' babies an' les' les' 'les do this." He nods sagely.

Brady checked stamina + performance at difficulty 45, rolling 0 higher.

Brady tips back the shot, and the liquid slides down his throat. Brady stares blankfaced ahead.

Cillian checked stamina + survival at difficulty 45, rolling 14 lower.

Indeed the shotglass is tiny in Brogan's hand. Yet he stares at it, as if there are more of them. He goes to sip, and chooses one of the phantom shot glasses. Concentrating he lowers his lips to the real glass and tips it back. He slams it back to the table. "Ha-HAAAAAaaahhhhh-ooooh boy." A little wavering in place on his bench and his head thunks to the table. "Ow!" There is a brief pause and a hand raises iredly and there is a muffled. "I'm shhhokay"

Baltus is starting to stir, whispering back and forth with Mikani, though apparently some of their whispering (hers in particular) wasn't nearly as quiet as thought. His loud whisper has something to do with flowers, and as he lifts his head, only one eye opening as he says, "I'm read for my ness shot. Bring it..." Then he looks to Mikani and says, "You read for the ness shot? We're gonna win this contest!" Then his head falls forward again. He obviously isn't completely unconscious but he's.. recharging.

Cillian downs the next shot glass he sits there for a moment as he swallows it turning perhaps a funny color, his eye twitches slightly before he slumps over passigng out, this my friends is what happends when someone is not use to drinkingso much.

Drea watches as two go out and then she walks over to Brady and holds up his hand. "Look at that, we have a winner already!" She checks his eyes to make sure he's ok. "We have a winner! Remind me your name, good Sir!"

Willow presses a kiss to Brady's cheek and just grins like crazy, patting druncle Brogan's shoulder with a chuckle as he remains slumped.

Mikani nods at Baltus, "Ness shots for everyone!" She says loudly but in a harsh whisper. "But I think the kissed guy ... man over there ... gess the prize." She shakes her head and cradles it a bit in her hands. "Wha did you put in this Drea?"

Brady limply let's his arm be held up, mumbling loudly, "Remine meur nnname, guh-Oh!" Understanding clicks into place, "I'm Shady Brrrady Grayhope, an' I keep de-uh, these seats wet. **HIC**" He looks at Drea in confusion, "W-w-what uh, what're we doin' 'ere? You gonna throw tha-that dart, err what?" He looks at his hand, blinking.

Drea leans down over Brady and then she laughs and holds up his arm. "We have a winner! You my good Sir have won. A bottle of very interesting whiskey. But I don't think you should drink it tonight." She winks at Mikani. "Special brew just for tonight. Do you like it?"

Baltus lifts his head again, and looks blearily around the room. "The kiss was the prize? Damn.. if I'da known that." Who's he kidding... he's have passed out just the same. He pushes the shot glass back toward Drea. "No more of that. Rum!" Then his cloudy eyes settle on Drea and he says, "Nope. Rum."

Raising his head at the pat to his shoulder. "I'm shhokay!" Brogan repeats. His head tunks back down hard, and then lays to one side. Of all things, Brogan is looking mournfully at the shotglass in his hand. "It's still empty. Is there no justice in this world?"

Mikani pats Baltus on the head. The drunken type where the person thinks they are being gentle but it looks more like thudding to the sober individual. "Issss okay. I'm sure Willows gives kisseseseses." She pauses thinking of all the es...es. "Wait..." She holds out her hands and thinks for a moment before covering her mouth like she is keeping her words at bay.

Willow is /just/ sober enough to find all this pretty funny. She pulls out a cherry cigarillo from tucked between her corset and her dress and scampers off to find a candle to light it on.

Cillian body moves so his head thunks against the table and he grunts sitting back up, "oi." he rubs his head very drunkidly, "Oh...os it over?" he sighs looking at Ysbail. "I..I hould tyr and get ger home he seems like he may try and get up.

Brady wobbles and leans faaaaar to one side, then stumbles towards Willow with his arms outstretched. "Dance wimme. D-..nnyeah." He kind of shimmies in place drunkenly, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes barely open, "sso hot near."

Drea laughs at that reaction and then offers a bottle to Willow. "Here, will yous ee that he gets this when he sobers up? You can kiss him again, if you like. Or I can, if he wants!"

Baltus drunkenly leans as far from Mikani as he can as she covers her mouth. He points away from himself and says, "That way!" He looks utterly horrified. Drunken women covering their mouths. This can only spell disaster. Of course 'that way' was straight at Brady, but he probably doesn't realize that.

Ysbail is out cold, still.

There is a smell of haze and Tor roses mixed with cherry cigar when Willow exhales. She grins at Drea and says, "I will, yes. If you want to do that it maybe better if you wait till he can remember it," she reaches as if to help Brady with his buttons. And she /does/ help...to rebutton them, but she shimmies with him all the same, tilting her head back and blosing smoke rings.

Mikani growls at Baltus, "I's not throw up. I's stopping from saying the words." Mika wonders if she should have another drink at this point or if water should be found. "See ... I's say things that people remembers and I don't when's I haz some drinks." Mikani tries her level best to look Baltus in the eyes. "So's I's not say the things on my brain. Is all good."