Medieval Role-Play!

-I head back over to the soldiers. I look at them and then say-

"Now who's ready to take on an elf in a drinking contest?"

 

-they all cheer and one man gets up challenging me I grin and we take our glasses and start drinking-

 

-I knock back 5 glasses and the man does the same. He seems to be getting a little tipsy. I show no indication-

 

-I grin an motion for Bridget to come before knocking back two more-

 

-I whisper-

"Elves aren't effected by poisons. And alcohol is considered one so I can drink as much as I want and feel next to nothing."

-I grin and drink three more down. The man has begun to wobble-

 

(-insert lord of the rings comment here lmao-)

-I drink down 2 more and then stop. I raise my hand and look at it-

"I feel something. A slight tingling in my fingers.....I thinks it's effecting me...."

-the man groans and falls over passing out. I look at him and suavely say-

"Game over..."

 

"He went into the tent."

 

-I grin as I see how Savage recognized the situation-

"Remember our first drinking contest Savage?"

 

-I grin-

"Aye, a few years ago."