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Old Timey Tavern Meme

the old timey tavern and inn meme

It's been a long day, you're in need of a meal and a drink, and finally - at long last - your weary bones have found their way to Ye Olde Tavern and Inn. It's a one-stop shop for rest and refueling for tired travelers of all kinds, whether you're from this world or arrived here through strange magical means.

So call over a serving wench, get yourself a pint of frothy ale, and enjoy the live bard entertainment!

Need some prompts to get you started? Try these on!

WEARY TRAVELER:

TAVERN SONGS:

BAR FIGHTS:

ADVENTURE START:

THE INN ABOVE:

meme stolen from

socksonameme and added prompts by

lucifine

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[Rahk grits his teeth behind his lips, thinking hard...his tail hasn't stopped lashing now since Romeo made his proposal.]

...you got yourself a deal.

[He is going to die.]

[Romeo's massive hand slams against the bar.]

Ha, brilliant! Very well, then! Barkeep, another round for me and my friend here!

[With a hearty swing of his arm, Romeo grabs his tankard and chugs down the remainder of his drink with the sort of speed one might see in their nightmares. His other arm has the honors of wiping his mouth.]

Best finish before the next drink arrives, Rahksh'a~

[Oooh boy, talk about raising his own spirits. He'd almost forget he's soaked to the bone with the way he laughs, gods bless Rahk's inability to say no to a bet.]

[Well...that was. Terrifying.

But Rahk hasn't taken more than a small sip of his own mead so far, and it was good! Great, even. And it's still great a few more hearty swigs after as Romeo ordeers them another round.

Until he realizes where Romeo just completely drained his tankard, he's only gotten his down maybe a fourth of where it was before.

And thus, it starts.

A whole tankard of mead on its own is a lot to put away at once, but Rahk isn't someone who doesn't drink, persay. It does take him a few more moments of knocking it back before he too has emptied it but oh, gods, it hurts the moment he puts it back on the bar with a clumsy hand reaching up to wipe the corner of his mouth. He already feels so full and the alcohol hasn't even hit him yet...]

I- I've finished, see? S'easy!

[There's a beaming sense of pride as Romeo watches Rahk take on his tankard, making sure to keep his comments to himself as to not distract him. That wouldn't be fair, after all, even if they'd only be supportive or about how cute it is to watch him push himself.

...It's totally fair game when Rahk finishes, though, and Romeo gives the miqo'te a hearty pat on the back. By some sort of mercy, he's at least much more gentle than he is to the bar table, but there is definitely a bit of force into it.]

I'm proud of ya, lad. [And as if on cue, the tavern owner returns with their second round.] Now do it again.

[To lead by example, Romeo takes his drink and wastes no time guzzling it down. Really, when this is all said and done, he has got to get the recipe or something. Perhaps Chris can carry a keg or two...]

[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?

[By now, Romeo rests his elbow against the bar table, nestling his cheek in a steady hand. Watching Rahk is almost more fun than the drinking itself and he can't help but give a big smile when he watches his buddy finish round two.

...Oh? Still able to speak full sentences, are we? Well it would appear they still have a long ways to go.]

Not particularly, no.

[If the alcohol has any effect on Romeo, it certainly doesn't show. ...And that would be because it doesn't, the best two things of mead can do to him is a pleasant buzz.

Romeo holds his empty tankard upside down and shakes it a bit to show that he has, in fact, downed his second already. He'd feel bad about tricking Rahk into a losing battle, buuuuut chances are all that coin he tempted Mr. Confident with will be paying for their rounds. In fact, Romeo never stated what HE'D get if HE won.

It's nothing, for the record. Nothing but a good time.

And with that, Romeo motions for their third round.]

[Well. It’s on to drink number three, and…

Rahk is dead silent on this one. He has to genuinely focus on staying upright in his chair because just as he’s starting it, it’s hitting him like a chocobo at full tilt, the mead is. It’s not a bad feeling if you can overlook the weight of the booze in his belly, but he’s also practically leaning over on Romeo at this point.

He even misses his mouth a few times now that he’s started slowing down, earning a few exasperated looks from the bartender.]

[Oh, yup, that...that sure missed his mouth, and Romeo almost manages to spit out his own mead when Rahk starts leaning in a little close. He doesn't, of course, being a trained professional and all.

Don't fall over now, buddy.]

So, how 'bout it? Ready to call it quits? [Already????] Sure there's a nice, dry bed you can collapse into.

[Rahk so far has had two and a thirds tankards worth of mead, yet while he absolutely should stop…he just looks at Romeo sidelong and exhales on a shaky laugh.]

N’waste good- good…ale? Must’be outta your….bleedin’ mind! Gotta finish wh- what I started…

[Despite Rahk's sloshed words, Romeo's face gains an expression of pure horror when he pieces that sentence together. What...what has he done?!]

Oh bloody hells, you think mead is an ale....

[Then...does that mean he doesn't realize it's usually more potent? He swears, he didn't go into this with the intention to kill his friend, he just wanted to have a silly drinking game.]

Y-You did it, lad! You finished! Lemme just...take that from ya...

[Slooooowly going to reach for Rahk's current tankard.]

[Rahk shakes his head blearily, though even if he's resisting, Romeo will barely have to try to pull the tankard from his hand.]

Like 'ellss I will! I still gotta...gotta...

[He blinks hard, feeling a sudden rush of dizziness as the consequences of his actions come charging at him full force, reminding him of the decisions he's made.

Then, just like earlier, he ends up with a face full of the bar as he slumps forward on top of it.]

...

[Romeo only waits one ellipses worth of time before he gets up and scoops up his passed out comrade. You know, for some reason this all played out differently in his head. With an apologetic nod towards the tavern owner, Romeo gathers up their things and begins sloooowly making for the room they've claimed.]

I'm...we're...gonna...call it a night...

[He leaves the gil as payment, giving another nod as if to say keep the change. When he finally feels like he's awkwarded his way out of a conversation, the nervous Roegadyn turns around and makes a mad dash for their inn room. It's a short dash, obviously, and it ends with Romeo tossing Rahk's body into the bed unceremoniously.

He bites his finger, looking at what he's done, guilt overflowing his very soul. Romeo doesn't even have the courage to check for a pulse, Rahk could very well be dead and it's all his fault.]

[Well, that...went about as well as could have been expected. A single tankard of ale? Rahk's buzzed, maybe hinging on drunk. Two? Definitely drunk. Three...

Absolutely smashed. Which means he's not asleep right now so much as he is just...straight up unconscious, at least for now.

But even without checking, Romeo will be able to see his friend's chest rising and falling even as he's just...laying face down on it about as lively as a corpse. At least he isn't dead, he's just going to need a...while...to recover.

He could also be easily forced awake, but...would he...?]

[Well, that's at least a good sign. Romeo can finally stop replaying the hypothetical scene where Y'shtola fucking kills him for absolutely destroying their very valuable teammate.

Still, this is just the beginning. Rahk hasn't gotten any less soaked and remains resting in his gross, damp clothing. He could get, like, sick...or something, which also leads to death. Which, in turn, would lead to Romeo's death, or so his imagination tells him.

With a very timid prod, Romeo attempts to stir his friend awake.]

Come now, Rahksh'a, you still need to dry yourself, and...I'm not exactly comfortable undressin' ya while you're...inebriated.

[Oh definitely don't get comfortable Romeo, you're not out of the woods yet. Especially not when Rahk is basically "not dead", and that's about the best you can say about him right now.

And unfortunately, it seems, he's not in the business of moving despite being very damp and uncomfortable besides.

At least Romeo will be granted one reprieve in knowing that Rahk is, in fact, alive; it's the way he makes a sound when he's poked, a dull sort of mrrrp under his breath as his tail curls a bit closer to his legs.]

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