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Oy you, gis a beer! (Pub Crawl Adventure!)

It didn't sound difficult. Run around to ten (ten!) pubs, get three drinks at each one, and quaff them all.

It's a challenge to any red-blooding Irishman...or in this case, woman. Not even the demon inside her can deter Roisin Murphy from going on this endeavor--and getting good and blind drunk in the process!

One can find her outside Diatu's gates with a map in hand--she's got a map and a plan.. "Right, goin' tae start here at th' Guest's Dormitory, an go from there...prolly tae Beefy Stu's Beefy Stews."

Though she hoped she could choke down whatever was offered at the latter...three drinks of some junky rat piss that barely passed as alcohol was not high on her list of Things to Do in Anastara...

(Find toplevels for Rosh's partners in crime within as well--a deity, a demon-possessed Irishwoman, and a feral dog incarnated as a human...what can go wrong?)

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Loki heard Pub-Crawl, with one of his new favorite people, and said "yes!". Which is how he and Rosh and Val had found themselves going to 10 pubs, and having 3 drinks each. Loki was pleasantly tipsy, not yet on to drunk, and can be found singing along with drinking songs, or trading smack talk that JUST toes the line of NOT provoking a bar fight. At least once in each bar, he probably has to be reminded that the custom of smashing your glass on the floor and exclaiming "Another!" isn't proper etiquette.

Edited 2021-08-07 22:12 (UTC)

Val had been bumming it around campus when she happened by a very lovely young woman who definitely didn't have a demon inside of her who told her about this challenge. You had to hit the ten pubs, three drinks at each, in an hour. Finally, she found something in this godforsaken world she fucking understood: getting drunk and partying.

Early in the evening she would still have a grip on herself and be her normal self, though maybe offering to buy drinks for friends who run into her. She might challenge you to see who can chug theirs the fastest, but mostly she's just here to have a good time. She's sticking mostly to beers early on - "pacing herself," you might overhear her say, though you're pretty sure by her tone that's a joke. More like warming up, right?

By the middle of their tour Val was good and drunk. A small flush in her cheeks, all grins and chatter, she's having a lot of fun. If you've met her before this is probably the first time she hasn't looked halfway pissed or otherwise entirely too serious. If you've never met her before you definitely will make the mistake that she's very friendly and approachable. She'd finally hit her stride about this point and things were going along just swimmingly. She'll dance and join in on the drinking songs and general revelry, and, if you pay attention, you might catch her looking at you and not-so-subtly looking you up and down as she bites her lip or takes a sip of her drink.

It's as the tour nears its end that Val gets sloppy. Her walking is incredibly unsteady and she probably bumped into you on the way back to the bar, her singing's less than enjoyable, but she's still going strong and having the time of her life. She's still going through this pretty strong (somehow) despite her quickly deprecating ability to stand. It's unfortunate that at this point she'd just plant a big ole kiss on ya if you gave her the opportunity and the right look, so hopefully you were wanting that. It's okay, she's a good kisser even when this lost.

Val was maybe a little bit late, but was it really late if they hadn't started yet? Look, it's not like she had her classes to tell time by, nor did she have a comfy room to retire to that had a clock inside of it. She'd fallen in next to Rosh and was reviewing the map with her. She was quiet for a little while as she reviewed everything, then she started tracing a path out.

"Was thinkin' if we do it this way, start here'n go along this path... If you look we start out walkin' more, but then at the end they're a little closer together so we don't gotta walk so far between buildings when we're fucked up."

Very shortly, they're joined by a taller man with dark hair. He did have the means to tell time, and fell in somewhat behind Rosh and Val. Mostly so he could loom for a moment. "And what are we doing to put ourselves in that state?" Loki asked, a hint of smile on his face, and mischief in his eyes.

"We're gonna be stumblin', lass, no doubt about it," Rosh said to Val, looking up at the younger woman. Then she looked further up at the looming Loki. Her voice is pretty good, even as she smirks her way through the song lyrics.

"But a man has needs, an' tha' need is booze! They say all th' best things in life are free, so give all yer beer an' yer rum tae me!"

Then Rosh snorted. "As if we were goin' tae be doin' anythin' else. An' aye, if we walk, we c'n maybe burn off some'a this alcohol we're goin' tae be sluggin' down, too."

"...life'r free, so give all yer beer an' your rum t'me!"

Val couldn't stop herself from joining in on the lyrics, giggling as Rosh snorted and addressed Loki. After Rosh finished, Val gently elbowed her playfully.

"We both know no 'mount'f walkin's gonna burn off's much liquor we gonna be drinkin' fast enough."

With that, Val moved a little to the side so that Loki could join their little conspiratorial group, smiling up to him.

"Rosh was tellin' me'f a challenge the pubs here got. We go 'round ten'f 'em'n have three drinks at each place'n if we do it under'n hour we basically get a drink a night each place, money, some preem rep. We were just tryin' ta figure out the best route to hit all we gotta in time."

"I'm in!" Loki declared, all mischief in his smile and eyes. Falling into step with them both and draping an arm around each. "I'm still learning my way around here, so what route do we have planned so far?"

"Guest's Dormitory is closest, practically right outside tha gates, so I figured we'd start there. But I think ye figured out a quicker route than goin' ta Beefy Stu's, hadn't ye?" She'd followed Val's finger, but she hadn't caught the name of the place Val had stopped. It was actually pretty crazy to see how many pubs and bars were this close to Diatu Magicademy.

Maybe the secret to being a powerful wizard was also being a lush? Nah, couldn't be.

"Probably gotta tell 'em what we're up tae, an' then that's what sets the clock runnin'. Though my watch doesn't seem tae want to match up tae time here..." Not that it worried Rosh much. An hour was still an hour...wasn't it?

"I can have Johnny keep track'f our time if we really want a timer. He can even yell at us to keep our asses movin' if I tell 'im what we're up to. But, uh, yeah... I was lookin' at this..."

She put her finger down and started to trace her theoretical route out as she spoke.

"Rosh's right: Guest's Dormitory's closest. She wanted to go here, but I think if we go up here to The Come On Inn, then swing here to Darkroot'n then continue along this way..." Her finger continued - a little more slowly this time, running over more taverns she didn't name out loud. She finished the route then glanced back to Loki.

"Not sure when you decided to loom behind us but m'thought's to do the ones that'r further apart earlier on while we're still clear'f head'n then do more closely packed ones ta the end so we don't gotta walk as far when we're drunk."

"Considering how drunk we'll be getting, I think that's a wise plan." Loki nodded, which didn't answer Val's implied question about when he decided to loom. "3 drinks each, but only an hour..." Murmured more to himself, blue-green-eyes still full of mischief. "It will depend on which drinks, and how much alcohol the drinks have."

"Figure startin' out with beer is prolly th' best. 'Less they make us have specific drinks. Even back home, some bars did that--ye had to drink their 'special' before ye could drink anythin' else. Was especially bad when it was yer birthday or somethin'."

She'd been made to drink Malört, once, and honest truth? She wasn't in a big hurry to sample it again. Rosh could still feel it--like she'd scoured the taste buds off her tongue.

"C'n hope they jus' let us order whatever an' pound it down as fast as ye can. Though ye gotta keep in mind, this is probably cuttin' in tae their profits a li'l, so they're gonna want tae keep us from chuggin' easy. They're expectin' wizards tae try an' change wine inta water, I expect. Wary fer tricks an' givin' us nasty piss beer or somethin'." Rosh didn't know what, for sure, but she was expecting pranks herself of some sort. "But nothin' ventured, nothin' gained. I'd like tae drink free an' get a purse, even if th' notoriety I c'n give or take."

"Yeah, was thinkin'f startin' beer'n seein' where we go from there. Hopin' that they're not the kind ta make us drink whatever shitty special they got, but," she shrugged to finish the sentence. If they were required to drink specials she hoped for tequila. Really? She would love to be required to drink the specials if they were any good, but usually it was a ploy from a bar to milk more money from the patrons and that was what she hated about them.

"If they're givin' us the dregs'n cheapest shit they got then I'll be right at home." Val chuckled. She was used to drinking the worst of the worst and anything that was the equivalent of paint thinner that was barely safe for human consumption. "The alcohol burn's worse'n the actual bite'f the alcohol itself."

She stepped away from the map and stretched, taking a step towards the gates and town. "Personally I'd like it all. Like havin' my name'n people's mouth, money in m'pocket, 'n free drinks. Long as we have fun, though, that's what's important." A pause. "Since it is 'bout havin' fun, I got an idea: our last drink'f the night's gotta be'n Irish car bomb. In honor'f Rosh for gettin' all our noses in on this."

"That sounds like a wonderful idea, and we should get to it!" And Loki is just going to start walking. Of course, since one arm is draped over Rosh and Val each, they should probably walk too. "We'll survive the worst, and show them we're worth their best." Someone sounded confident...

"Irish car bomb? Been a while since I heard that one," Rosh said. "Usually they jus' call 'em car bombs nowadays. Still, I'll drink that!"

Among many, many other things.

"I'm jus' hopin' I don't shame me heritage by failin' to hold me alcohol." That would add insult to injury, to be sure.

"Think I'll be mostly fine. What'll slow me down is havin' tae take a piss between drinks an' taverns, eh?"

Val started walking with Loki as his arm found its way around her shoulders. She didn't even realize she was doing it, but her own arm came to rest around his waist and she moved a little closer to him. There was no romance in the motion, simply a habit from whatever life she had before here.

"Bet their worst's better'n anything I ever had from home." She laughed lightly. That was sone that was untrue - she'd had some rather luxe friends in her life, but her usual swill was often pretty bottom of the barrel.

"If that's all we gotta worry 'bout then I think Loki's right'n we'll be gettin' their best after tonight - so why're we draggin' our feet!?"

Certainly his draping his arms over his companions had no romance. If anything, it was more a lazy gesture of said companionship. It was also the most expedient way to get them moving. "Furthest out would be in the third ring, near the docks. There are 4 places that qualify as taverns there."

Better get walking...

"Oh, gonna make us walk it off before we even get started, are ye?" Rosh arched a brow up at Loki, but smirked a little, more amused than anything. "So d'ye got an idea of where we're headin'? A name or somethin'?"

Since he'd sort of given them a direction. At least a bit more of one than she'd had, at first.

"Here's hopin' it's more a place ta get food an' drink more'n jus' drink, or at least fer two outta three, our jaunt is gonna be over sooner rather than later!" Rosh was certain, after all, that Haage wasn't going to help her out, enjoying trickery or not, and Val hadn't struck her as supernatural. Loki was a god, though, so there was a bit of an advantage there, she was sure.

"Oh!! I, uh, I think I seen them on the map, uh. One's Melody's - remember that one 'cause name's easy - and there's, uh, the Night Shift," which she remembered for a different reason, "but I don't... Fuck, what were they called?"

She seemed to withdraw into herself a little as she tried to remember the names of the other two that were down in the third ring. Her attention was pulled away from the effort.

"Ya didn't eat 'fore we set out on this adventure?" Val tutted at Rosh. Everything about it was playful. This must have been the best mood that Val had been in since arriving. "I'm sure they'll have somethin' for ya - y'don't want me to outpace ya, do ya?" She winked over to Rosh.

Loki chuckled, clearly amused. "The Backwater, and the Golden Heron." Supplied helpfully, before turning his attention to Rosh. "I will be sorely disappointed in you if you don't at least keep up."

Before moving from his position between them, up a few steps and turning to walk backwards. "Let's go eat, drink and be merry!" Blue-green-eyes glittered over the wide smile.

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