"I can out-drink you!"

[Sam]

Ser Samuel Tarly vs. Lord Cyrus Varner, in a drinking contest.

Ser Samuel is unskilled and Cyrus is too I think.

[Fel]

First to 500 loses.


Round 1

Samuel Tarly: 64
Cyrus Varner: 37

The frothy ales are poured and the men start to drink quickly. They chug them down and both look ready for me, though Samuel lets out a long belch to clear some gas.

Round 2

Samuel Tarly: 101
Cyrus Varner: 38

Another drink is drained, and the crowd is excited as Samuel seems to fumble his words slightly when trying to insult Cyrus. Cyrus suffers no such signs of intoxication, deciding to juggle a few apples to demonstrate that he has lost no dexterity.

Round 3

Samuel Tarly: 198
Cyrus Varner: 98

Samuel is starting to talk and laugh much louder now, and his speech is becoming baudier by the minute. Cyrus himself is getting tongue-twisted a bit now, but lookig much better in comparison to Samuel

Round 4

Samuel Tarly: 225
Cyrus Varner: 191

The drinks seem to suddenly catch up on Cyrus, who attempts to juggle apples again, only for them to land in sequence on his head. He grins sheepishly and grabs an apple, throwing it at Samuel's head. Samuel laughs loudly and throws a piece of porkpie back at Cyrus, narrowly missing the lord. An all-out food fight is avoided as the two men are reminded there's a drinking contest to finish.

[Fel]

Round 5

Samuel Tarly: 324
Cyrus Varner: 277

No one is quite sure who is the drunker of the two, as they roar out an old Reach song with their arms around each other to the amusement of those around them. It does seem as if Samuel is getting the words of the song mixed up more often, and sometimes it seems as if the two are singing completely different songs.

Round 6

Samuel Tarly: 392
Cyrus Varner: 369

After having laughed for a good ten minutes once the two realised that they didn't know what song they were singing anymore, the men now begin to swear lifelong friendship to one another and they assure each other that "you... you're my besht friend, you know that right?"


Gotta go for a bit, someone else can finish if they want.

[Horas]

Round 7
Tarly: 447
Varner: 381

Their friendship thus affirmed, the men go back to drinking. Samuel drinks his ale far too fast and ends up nearly snorting some out his nose.

Round 8
Tarly: 461
Varner: 471

Cyrus' liquor suddenly seems to catch up to him. He begins mumbling something vaguely comprehensible about those "damn Braavosi chair-makers." Samuel looks queasy.

Round 9
Tarly: 477
Varner: 502

Cyrus is midway through proclaiming how he can barely feel it at all and can keep going all night when he suddenly lurches forward and smashes head first into the table. Samuel nearly laughs himself sick, and leaves the hall leaning heavily on a pair of his friends. Cyrus, snoring softly, is simply carried to his bed.


Samuel Tarly wins the drinking competition.

[Sam]

Beginner Drinking please

[Horas]

Granted.