Tor-Acr sat heavily upon the stool in the tavern, ready to sit, relax, and drink away the day’s aches and pains. Indes sat next to him, chuckling quietly. “Tor, are you okay? You look so tired I might be led to believe you had just fought a Frost Troll all by yourself.”
Truth was, he did. Well, not entirely by himself, but close enough. Indes had been taking care of the Ice Wraiths that were slither-floating nearby, while he had to take on the large, angry, three-eyed primate. He gave her a look of annoyance and turned to the wench at the bar and said, “Three tankards of your sstrongest mead, smoothskin!”
“Three tankards, Tor? You are kind, but who is the third for?” She reached over and took one of them after the barmaid had set the mugs down.
“You give yoursself too much credit, little one,” he said, grabbing the tankard back from Indes. “Three, for me. Naught, for you.” He smirked and downed one in fewer than three seconds. The bite hit him, and then his throat was awash with the sweet honey flavor.
Indes gasped. “Just as I thought I was starting to know you, Tor.” She chuckled and ordered three for herself.
“What are you doing?” Tor asked.
“I think I can drink as much as you, if I so please.”
“Can you, though, smoothskin?” Tor’s brow raised in question.
The Bosmer laughed. “You’re on.”
Soon, the two began downing tankards and tankards of ale, wine, mead, and rum. Both of beastblood, it was harder for them to get drunk, but the descent was a lot more fun to watch, since it wasn’t so sudden. Indes leaned heavily on the bar and hiccupped, while Tor’s head was literally flopping from side to side. A group of Nords, accustomed to watching drinking contests, cheered the two one, placing bets on who would fall first.
“When…when ssmooothskinsss are, are drunk. Do they sheee everystshing in purple?” This brought a large bout of laughter from the Nords. Indes looked at Tor-Acr with a whirling head and drooping eyes. “Purple eyesh, purple eyesh, purple purple purple eyesh!” Tor laughed in her face, and then fell backwards.
“Oh, Mara, why did I do thissh?” The Bosmer sank to the floor with a soft thump.
Tor looked over to the fallen Bosmer, world taking its sweet-ole time catching up with where his eyes were pointing. “I knew I would win,” he said, and passed out.
Indes managed another laugh and hiccup before she said, “Shhut up, lizard,” and blacked out herself.