Private ✪ Finweald Solve For: 1+1=2(1/2-Drunk * 1/2-Wits)?

[Schilva Flasch]

ANOTHER ONE!

Er, sure...

Overworked for the amount that they earned, even in the commercial bustle of Finweald, the bartender quibbles less than they should about the shouty swordsman slumped over a nest of already emptied mead flagons. Sooner or later, they'd have to ask to collect those, but this patron's attitude...

ANOTHER ONE! Keep...keep the change...

Seriously, what was wrong with this guy? As soon as the new drink came up from beneath the bar, brimming with honey-sweet bubbling froth, the roughly appropriate amount of coin was thrown haphazardly across the counter. Well, if he insisted, then the change would indeed be kept. If only this shift were a little shorter.

...stupid...35% weighting...trimesters...wasn't even...studied for...

Assuming that whatever the clearly alcohol addled swordsman was muttering on about had to be typical Starcalled nonsense (which they'd be right in doing), the bartender left that one to his own drunken devices as they shuffled along down the bar counter. There were other patrons to serve, after all, including that Human with a somewhat lost look and this...Caenis? Probably.

Yes, this Caenis Beastfolk, whose burning scent carried a significant tinge of sulfur and brimstone, looked like he needed a drink. Or some bar food, maybe. The Human was clearly Starcalled, evident in the same way that the er, the other one over there was. Either way, there had to be some reason they'd walked into the tavern, looking a little lost like that.

Sirs? Hello there! Can I help you with anything? A refreshing tipple, mayhaps?

There were a couple of seats at the bar counter, which the bartender now gestured at. The few closest to the door, of course, just so happened to be-

ANOTHER ONE!

But you haven't even finished your drink yet, sir...?

@Norbert Inigo @Erick Stryker

 

[Norbert Inigo]

Norbert had been abandoned by Nick. Again. The young man had promised not to do this this time after Norbert explained how badly things ended up the last time he was left alone in the woods. But now Norbert had made his way to a seat and found himself sitting here at a bar, alone, with nothing but some random drunk guy spouting nonsense and drinking more than what probably should have been possible, provided this wasn't a video game.

Slowly, the flagons started to edge into Norbert's territory at the bar, and Norbert did his best to keep a focus on his flagon of mead and push them back. But then the idiot would order another one, and the bartender would make room, and it just kept getting worse and worse.

As the man called out for another drink, Norbert had just about had enough of this nonsense.

With a very hearty shove, Norbert took the nest of flagons and pushed them back, hard, against the drunken idiot at the bar. Grumbling after the shove, but otherwise satisfied that he hopefully got his point across to whoever this was, he downed his mead and gave the flagon back to the bartender, properly, for another. The least this guy could have done was let Norbert drown his sorrows in peace.

When he received the next mug of mead, Norbert took a hearty gulp of it, trying now to drown out both the drunk idiot and his sorrows at the same time.

@Schilva Flasch @Erick Stryker

 

[Erick Stryker]

Erick was convinced he'd been accidentally translocated into a DJ Khaled Video.

ANOTHER ONE!

...and that happened several more times before he finally found the man out of the group, the loud and boisterous presence that offset the theme of "relaxing" and "drinking away one's problems" with all of the energy of an Army. Combined with the fiery temper of a Beastman who seemed less than thrilled with his fellow drunkard, Erick smelled not only sulfur, but a recipe for disaster.

"Ignore it," he whispered to himself. They weren't fighting yet, even if there was now cassus belli. "Keep your eyes on the bartender, buy the drink, and drink... don't get involved..."

How uncharacteristic for Erick Stryker to suggest not getting involved! Had something happened to completely upend his strength of character? No- today had just been quite rough, in all honesty, and like the others gathered, his reason was simple.

Erick just wanted a little bit of peace.

He placed the coins on the bar and quickly accepted his own flagon. Oh, how sweet it would be to taste that ale---

@Schilva Flasch @Norbert Inigo

 

[Schilva Flasch]

Just mead for you, sir? And for you...ale? Of course.

Thankful for there being some reprieve from the single heavy drinker at the bar today, the bartender goes about taking @Erick Stryker and @Norbert Inigo's orders smoothly, serving up the lightly frothing drinks while eyeing the dwindling supply of empty flagons under the bar. Of course, the poor Lander was not aware that this situation would soon sort itself out, but not in the way they'd expect or want it to be resolved.

-uagh-

With a brief startled yelp, Schilva was all but nearly ousted from his seat entirely by what Norbert assumed to be a benignly cautionary shove. That little shove held enough force, in fact, to send the drained flagons scattering every which way, along with the swordsman nursing the pile. Only by scrabbling for a grip on the counter did Schilva stay in a sitting position, thrown off-balance by the unpleasant surprise.

If Erick wasn't careful enough, the fallout from the proverbially lit powder-keg would catch him too, with Schilva throwing his half-finished drink VERY vaguely in the direction of his assailant. Shoving his barstool back to prop himself upright (as best he could under the current circumstances, anyway), one arm of Schilva's rested on the counter to support his weight, the other swinging a now-empty flagon around in an accusatory gesture.

AND WHO...who d'YOU think YOU ARE, hhuuhh?! Don't youUuUuuU...know who I AMMMMM? You think you can just...ASSAULT the great SCHILVA FLASCH and GET AWAY wwwith it!?!?

Tossing the proverbial glove by drunkenly throwing the flagon in his hand at Norbert, Schilva gets to his wobbly feet and grits his teeth, still seeing double as he blinks off the feeling of standing up from his slump too quickly.

C-Come on then! EN GARDE!!

At this point, the bartender wisely decided to retreat from the bar, mumbling something about their break. Barfights in Finweald weren't uncommon these days, but among Starcalled? Yeah, things could get messy.

 

[Norbert Inigo]

Norbert was so close to finishing his second mug of ale. It didn't have much left in the flagon, as he held it up to his lips. He didn't particularly like the taste of it here, it was booze after all, but he certainly liked the feeling it gave him. All of it was for naught, however, when right as Norbert was about to drink, the man next to him seemed to finally lose his cool and chucked his own flagon at Norbert, shouting something or other about his own greatness.

Norbert, admittedly had long since stopped paying attention to this nuisance, but when the flagon slammed into his own, Norbert had no choice. The flagons crashing together spilled what ale was left all over the hellhound, as both flagons went flying off into the corner, dancing together in the air as if they had never been apart at all.

Norbert held his hand in the drinking motion for a moment longer, so many thoughts running through his head. He tried, so hard, to take a breath. So hard, to let this slide. To give this idiot a chance to walk away. And then he challenged Norbert, and all Norbert could see was red.

Norbert slammed his fist that he had held up on the counter in anger, and turned to the man, rising to just above his height. He flexed his muscles, and with nothing more than a thought, the alcohol on Norbert's body lit up in flames, dancing around his fur in a grand show for the man who had challenged him. The flames did nothing to harm Norbert, but he couldn't say the same for the heat burning anyone else Norbert wished for it to. Namely, this fool in front of him.

Norbert may not have been in TS for a long time, but he was certainly here for a good time. And as the hellhound cracked his knuckles, he was sure he was about to have a good time. "Last chance to back down, before this gets messy, boy."

@Schilva Flasch @Erick Stryker