[Okay. This is fine. He can do this. He is too determined not to try, especially when there’s a wager firmly on the line. So what if this is a little unhealthy? It’s fine, it’s not like it’s going to kill him or anything.
…right……
Regardless, the barkeep eyes them both warily as they realize what’s happening, bht Rahk just ignores them as he stares at the pieces of his reflection he’s able to catch past the frothy head of the drink before he snatches it up by the handle and just starts to drink, not even tasting it because he knows if he lingers too long on that he won’t be able to keep going. It’s going to wear out it’s welcome extremely fast…
A normal amount for Rahk would be one, maybe two drinks tops before he’s done for the night. Usually just one is enough because he’d like to, you know…be able to walk to his own bed? But as he’s working through drink #2, he’s starting to feel that buzz finally kicking in. And it’s going to be more than a buzz in short order, because against his own better judgement he ends up downing the entire second tankard just seconds before the grim realization of what he’s done starts to trickle in. But it’s too late.
It won’t REALLY hit him until later, and the worst part? The more that mead hits, the more confident (and stupid) he becomes.]
Gettin’- [He starts, cut off by a hiccup so painful it makes his chest ache] nervous…ov’r there, I bet! Aye?
no subject
…right……
Regardless, the barkeep eyes them both warily as they realize what’s happening, bht Rahk just ignores them as he stares at the pieces of his reflection he’s able to catch past the frothy head of the drink before he snatches it up by the handle and just starts to drink, not even tasting it because he knows if he lingers too long on that he won’t be able to keep going. It’s going to wear out it’s welcome extremely fast…
A normal amount for Rahk would be one, maybe two drinks tops before he’s done for the night. Usually just one is enough because he’d like to, you know…be able to walk to his own bed? But as he’s working through drink #2, he’s starting to feel that buzz finally kicking in. And it’s going to be more than a buzz in short order, because against his own better judgement he ends up downing the entire second tankard just seconds before the grim realization of what he’s done starts to trickle in. But it’s too late.
It won’t REALLY hit him until later, and the worst part? The more that mead hits, the more confident (and stupid) he becomes.]
Gettin’- [He starts, cut off by a hiccup so painful it makes his chest ache] nervous…ov’r there, I bet! Aye?