Post by The Smith on May 20, 2008 22:14:34 GMT -5
It was a cold evening that Darien and Yozs found themselves strolling through the small port town, trying to find an inn that was not The Dead-Eyed Fish. Yozs indicated to one with a bearded man and a kraken above the door and the two of them entered. The site they were greeted with was the same as in any of the other taverns; Drunk men and women shouting, fighting and lying passed out on the floor, however there was an upper level that was less crowded and a little quieter, so Darien nodded for Yozs to find them some seats while he went to the bar and bought two ales. The inn-keep was a horribly muscled woman, although Darien had to look twice to confirm her gender. She grinned at him with a toothless mouth and slowly poured two mugs of ale. Darien went to put down his money but the woman stopped him, her grin becoming wider. "First one's for free, 'cause you're a pretty one." Slightly disturbed by this notion, Darien thanked the woman and went upstairs to find Yozs. "At least she didn't tell me my eyes were as blue as the ocean, or some rubbish." He said to himself as he ascended the stairs.
Reaching the top landing he spotted Yozs sitting at a table with two other men; Rough-looking bearded fellows, who however bore friendly enough expressions. They greeted Darien with wolfish grins as he sat down next to Yozs. "We been tellin' yer friend 'bout a little drinkin' game, figured ya might wanna join us!" Darien sighed, having wanted to enjoy his ale in quiet, without some damned ironborn yelling at him to drink faster. "Ah, what might this game be?" He asked, some of his former shyness being awakened due to being caught unawares. "It's called Touch-mug! Not too hard t'understand laddy!" One of the men grabbed his ale and put it in the centre of the table, then slammed a copper down in front of him. "You bounce this off the table and into the mug! If you get it in you choose who drinks it and if you miss, the next person takes a shot. If it goes off the table however, you have to drink!"
Darien, now intrigued, picked up the coin and aimed at the table. "Let's hope this works." He bounced the copper onto the table but missed. The man to his left picked up the copper, and with an eyes tossed it at the table, bouncing it right into the mug. The man looked up at Darien and grinned. "See it off!" The other ironborn started to cheer as Darien sighed and went for the mug. Just as he touched it the two men howled in delight. "Forgot to tell ya something, lad!" One of them roared. "Ya have to say 'Touch-mug' before you pick up the mug! Now you drink double!"
Drinking the two ales wasn't too bad, however Darien's vision went slightly blurry. The coin went around the table, and the other ironborn made Yozs down a mug of ale before it came back to him. Darien took the coin and threw it at the table, somehow making it land in the mug. "Beginners luck, eh?" One of the men shouted, followed by "Now, who d'ya want to drink it?" Darien's gaze went to Yozs, who sort of reddened - Something Darien hadn't seen the man do in a long time. "Well my dear friend, you got me into this - You can drink it." Yozs shrugged, said 'Touch-mug' and downed the drink. A small crowd had gathered around the table by this point and the drinks came steadily - curtsy of anyone watching.
It was around an hour later that Darien felt like hurling. He had taken two double and one triple rim-challenge, something that happened when one of the participants hit the rim of the mug, causing him to drink a total of seven mugs, as well as a few others. "Already givin' up?" The bearded man beside him said but to Darien the words made little sense. He looked up at Yozs, who seemed fine, even though he himself had had a lot to drink, and decided it was time to leave. As he stood up one of the men grabbed him by the arm. Yozs, dagger in hand, immediately stood but the ironborn thrust a hand at him and told him to calm. He looked up at Darien and grinned. "Sure ya wanna leave?" Darien mumbled his reply and nodded. "Well, it comes with a penalty!" A cheer went up through the crowd and one of the men handed the man talking to Darien a bottle of cheap looking wine. "Usually they make ya drink this in the mornin', but seeing as we probably won't meet again, you can drink it now!" Another cheer went up and a chorus of "Bagden!" commenced. "What's... bagden?" Darien slurred as he watched the man uncork the bottle. "That's what this is called." He said, handing the bottle to Darien. "It's for you to down." Without thinking, Darien took the bottle and put it to his mouth.
Retching into the sea, being held by Yozs and some other man, Darien swore to himself that he hated all ironborn. And yet something made him smile. "They are a cheerful lot." He thought to himself, shortly before passing out.
Darien Stone advances to Beginner Drinking.
Reaching the top landing he spotted Yozs sitting at a table with two other men; Rough-looking bearded fellows, who however bore friendly enough expressions. They greeted Darien with wolfish grins as he sat down next to Yozs. "We been tellin' yer friend 'bout a little drinkin' game, figured ya might wanna join us!" Darien sighed, having wanted to enjoy his ale in quiet, without some damned ironborn yelling at him to drink faster. "Ah, what might this game be?" He asked, some of his former shyness being awakened due to being caught unawares. "It's called Touch-mug! Not too hard t'understand laddy!" One of the men grabbed his ale and put it in the centre of the table, then slammed a copper down in front of him. "You bounce this off the table and into the mug! If you get it in you choose who drinks it and if you miss, the next person takes a shot. If it goes off the table however, you have to drink!"
Darien, now intrigued, picked up the coin and aimed at the table. "Let's hope this works." He bounced the copper onto the table but missed. The man to his left picked up the copper, and with an eyes tossed it at the table, bouncing it right into the mug. The man looked up at Darien and grinned. "See it off!" The other ironborn started to cheer as Darien sighed and went for the mug. Just as he touched it the two men howled in delight. "Forgot to tell ya something, lad!" One of them roared. "Ya have to say 'Touch-mug' before you pick up the mug! Now you drink double!"
Drinking the two ales wasn't too bad, however Darien's vision went slightly blurry. The coin went around the table, and the other ironborn made Yozs down a mug of ale before it came back to him. Darien took the coin and threw it at the table, somehow making it land in the mug. "Beginners luck, eh?" One of the men shouted, followed by "Now, who d'ya want to drink it?" Darien's gaze went to Yozs, who sort of reddened - Something Darien hadn't seen the man do in a long time. "Well my dear friend, you got me into this - You can drink it." Yozs shrugged, said 'Touch-mug' and downed the drink. A small crowd had gathered around the table by this point and the drinks came steadily - curtsy of anyone watching.
It was around an hour later that Darien felt like hurling. He had taken two double and one triple rim-challenge, something that happened when one of the participants hit the rim of the mug, causing him to drink a total of seven mugs, as well as a few others. "Already givin' up?" The bearded man beside him said but to Darien the words made little sense. He looked up at Yozs, who seemed fine, even though he himself had had a lot to drink, and decided it was time to leave. As he stood up one of the men grabbed him by the arm. Yozs, dagger in hand, immediately stood but the ironborn thrust a hand at him and told him to calm. He looked up at Darien and grinned. "Sure ya wanna leave?" Darien mumbled his reply and nodded. "Well, it comes with a penalty!" A cheer went up through the crowd and one of the men handed the man talking to Darien a bottle of cheap looking wine. "Usually they make ya drink this in the mornin', but seeing as we probably won't meet again, you can drink it now!" Another cheer went up and a chorus of "Bagden!" commenced. "What's... bagden?" Darien slurred as he watched the man uncork the bottle. "That's what this is called." He said, handing the bottle to Darien. "It's for you to down." Without thinking, Darien took the bottle and put it to his mouth.
Retching into the sea, being held by Yozs and some other man, Darien swore to himself that he hated all ironborn. And yet something made him smile. "They are a cheerful lot." He thought to himself, shortly before passing out.
Darien Stone advances to Beginner Drinking.