Eberron: Forgotten Relics (#17 PbP)

"I'm just kidding around, calm your tits." Cora said, looking at her mug. "Down the ******* hatch."

THE DC IS NOW 10

BARF: 21

Bea mouths Willow an apology and a shrug before drinking.

Last hurrah! 16

Con ST this is a lot easier to fail now: 19

Down Athela goes!

Willow notices Athela pale and gives her a slight pat on the hand. "Perhaps you should call it here sis. You're looking a little sickly."

Cora makes an annoyed face at Bea but then sees Athela drop. "Well at least she's already in a chair and can't sink to the floor, ah?" Cora says, laughing, wobbling.

DC12

Blowin chunks: 22

Oh ****.

BWEEEEHHHHHH...All over the table.

Athela nods at Willow. "...You're probably right. It's been a while since I had this much alcohol at once."

Willow almost instinctively pulls her notebook close to shield it as Cora pukes on the table. Uncaring about her drink, she calmly stands from the table, carefully pulling Athela over as well. "Well THAT'S certainly charming." There's a playful smile on her face as she looks at Cora. "Bea... Perhaps you should help her get cleaned up?"

Bea pulls away from her last glass as Cora hurls chunks, the blonde pushing herself away from the table to avoid any splatter damage. "Aww, seesh, sugar..." She sets down the glass somewhere else, one hand brushing away any strands of hair that was near the rogues face, the one rubbing her back soothingly. "Thought this was gonna be me. Guess I won this time 'round?" She smiles sheepishly. "How you feelin'?"

"Yes, I am very charming, and what a waste of good ale.." She said, wiping her mouth, annoyed. "Wow, I thought i'd last longer, what do you know." She said, groggily. "You win. At least I got it all over the table."

Willow glances between everyone with an amused smile. "Now that... THAT... is over with, Where are we staying for the rest of our time?" Willow refrains from sitting at the puke covered table, her notebook in one hand and Athela's hand in the other. 

You hear a slow clap.

Mialee d'Medani stands 5'10" tall with honey blonde hair that's just passed the nape of her neck, one side tucked behind a pointed ear. Her skin was fair and her eyes brown. A scar ran from her temple and all the way down her cheek, and others down her neck and collarbone. She looked not yet 30, though her scars of experience betray that facade. The half-elf donned full chainmail with a shield at her back and a longsword on her hip.

"Well done ladies. Very classy." Mia would end her slow clap and place her hands on her hips. As she shifts her posture you can also see a whip on her belt. "Can I buy the next round?" A smirk would sprawl across her face and she'd wink.

Athela smiles as she looks at the half-elf. "Classy has a time and place," she says with a grin, still a bit pale. "Have a seat! I'm Athela."

Athela is a half-orc in a wheelchair wearing Cyran style clothing and jewelry. A quarterstaff hangs across the back of her chair, and a dagger is sheathed at her leg.

Willows ears perk a little with interest as she looks at the newcomer. "Willow. And you are?" She offers Mia a curious slight smile, her hands on her hips, her tail calmly wagging behind her while her ears remain alert. 

"I think you looked very charmin', hun," Bea chuckles lightly, running her fingers through Cora's hair while the newcomer offered to buy another round. "Won't be chuggin' it down, that's for sure. Names Bea. Pleasure to meet you, darlin'." 

Rushing into the pub so quickly, Vignette stumbles and trips over the leg of a chair.  Quickly standing back up, she recomposes herself, and sits down at one of the empty chairs around the table.  "Sorry, oi 'ad ter check in wi' de local priory. Waaat did oi miss?"  Suddenly scrunching up her face in a twisted look, she plugs her nose and continues "Ewwwwwwww, did someone blow chunks 'ere?!"

Turning to the new person at the table, she offers her hand and continues "An' who'r ye, madam? You're quite de looker! Oi'm Vignette."

Cora startles as Vinegar shows up. "Where the hell have you been?" she asks, dizzily. Clearly, it had been a while since she was in a drinking contest. "Who the heck are you two?" she asks the new women, struggling to focus. "Also, can we change tables? Someone puked all over this one."

"Mialee d'Medani." the half-elf would do a formal bow  of her head towards all the ladies before giving Vignette a firm handshake. "Please call me Mia. It's shorter." Mia's attention keeps getting stolen by willows tail twitches. She'd try her best not to seem obvious about it.

Willow tilts her head slightly, her ears tilting a little. "It's nice to meet you Mia. What brings you here?" She carefully leads Athela over to a new table, passing the tavern maid a silver apologetically to make cleaning the table less miserable before sitting at this new table happily, sitting her notebook in her lap, avoiding putting it on the table in case Cora spewed again. Her tail drapes over her lap to cover the notebook. 

Cora, ever the skeptic, eyes the newcomer skeptically and notices she's trying her best to not seem obvious she's looking at the furry's tail. She groans loudly at the notion. "Yes. We have a fox." she moans. "What can we do for you, Mia?" She hiccups. "Can we ******* change tables, please?!"

Vignette offers her arm to assist Cora in moving to the new table.  After getting her settled, she disappears for a few minutes, as she assists the bar maid in cleaning up the old table.