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

[protectiveink]

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?)

Comments

[whose_son_am_i]

"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."

[protectiveink]

"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."

[wagerofloki]

"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."

[whose_son_am_i]

"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...

[protectiveink]

"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?"

[wagerofloki]

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!?"

[whose_son_am_i]

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...

[protectiveink]

"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.

[wagerofloki]

"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.

[whose_son_am_i]

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.