Daniel
The woman, of course, would notice the new commer. She grinned at him for an unknown reason, returning her focus back onto her drink, producing a book while she... Swirled her cup! It was a leather bound book, which in it's hay day looked very much like a high quality book. Now, it was faded, paper was old and wavy, while some sticked out, falling out of the book. It was extremely well used, probably having at least 3 years put onto it. It was written on with pink ink. She probably loves pink. Typical! What isn't typical, is everything is written in different languages. There is the beautiful linked writing of the dying language if Eísauen, and to contrast, a strong and hardy writing system for Einerfin. Little does the group know, is she made up the writing for Einerfin, not being able to write what they wrote! 

But for the new man, he would probably see the other two, being Sugar and Celæna. Eventually resting his eyes on Elowen herself after he surveyed the tavern. She was quite an attractive woman indeed. She had beautiful crimson red hair, which was tied into a neat pony tail, having some tufts of hair hanging from the sides. She had rich purple eyes, which were almost glassy, reflecting everything she saw! She was quite pale, which was excessively strange as she was a traveller, finding herself in scorching deserts, and equally as bright mountains! She wore brown , grey, and grey clothing. It contained a nice padded shirt, a tail coat, and an ascot tie! Pretty! She also had some nice trousers, which were topped off by some jack boots. Probably expensive! 

Now as he continued down her body, she had a sword.

A pretty sword! Polished brass hilt, which almost looked white under the light. Continuing down the chain, he would notice an oiled and waxed ash handle, and a beautiful steel blade, shiny to all hell, and of course, sharp! At least only the tip. It was a stabbing sword of course! 

"Ahhhhh been a while since I had Salvainian ale!"

She said, gulping it all down, ordering another serving! She was going to get drunk by the end if this, and it wasn't going to be the best for her. But oh well! She was getting flustered, her cheeks rosy as she slowly fell into the hole of drunkness and pure enjoyment
Diane
*Celaena allows her hazel eyes to drift to the book Elowen had, taking a short — but not too short — glance at its contents. She brushes some of her long, brown hair out of her eyes, of which she has a lot of (a lot of hair, not eyes). She takes a sip out of her own drink, before asking a question:* "Are you bi..." *She cuts herself off, realizing it may be considered nosy, prying into her privacy in such a way as to read her journal, but then she realizes it'd be even more awkward if she just left it off as she did.* "B-Bilingual? I- erm, noticed you had... Some um..." *She trails off once again, thinking over — and certainly overexaggerating — this social hole she's dug herself into.*
Daniel
"I'd like to see myself as polyglot, but in basic terms, yes, I am technically a bilingual"

She said, taking a glance at the girl. She wasn't completely right, but there wasn't anything wrong with what she said. She had some accuracy with what she said. But yes, she was able to speak a plethora of languages! English, Eísauen, Einerfin, and Mentian! She was quite a special woman. Not many can read, much more know 4 languages! 

She honestly didn't notice, or maybe she did notice, but she didn't really care, about how awkward she was acting. She didn't see a reason to point it out, but this girl was going to need to toughen up if she was going to face the real world. Men like weak girls Ferret thinks.
Diane
*She seemed relieved about Elowen seeming to not notice — or not care — about her awkward behavior, and atop that, seemed to be impressed.* "To know swordplay, as well as two languages... That takes impressive dedication... I practice both, and I still make mistakes in *Both*." *She seemed to force an awkward chuckle at her own attempt at self-depreciating humor. It also seemed apparent that she didn't quite know what the word polyglot meant — or at least not enough to respond to it.*
Daniel
"Don't be too harsh on yourself. That isn't how to learn. That is just punishment and it will teach your body to quit. Encouragement will force you to do better and better"

She said, obviously having some experience in this. She honestly didn't. It was an Eísauen saying when a child was feeling sad and depressed after failing at their Military testing. Of course, Elowen remembered who this was. It was of course, that girl who left the village to explore! The saying is as follows in the original language: 

``Níl'd án mórsibh o-sibhfein. Án níl síbh gaílgh. Bheínidhmein o'bhelidh sidh. Enáenidh idír gaílgh```

A strange language indeed, but it did get the point across! It wasn't simple... A lot of everything is context related... So that took Elowen a good part of her life
Diane
*She responds, looking both a little more hopeful, but also a touch apologetic.* "That's... That's a good lesson to learn..." *She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes for a short moment, before opening them again.* "I only hope one day I could be as talented and wise as you prove yourself to be..." *She catches herself, hesitating a moment, before correcting herself:* "N-no, I *Will* Be as talented and wise as you... I... Erm... Just have to work hard at it..."
Candida
~~pray and then hit ctrl+z a few times~~
Daniel
She thought to herself, thinking that she will get there any moment. But honestly, she was just flat out drunk at this point. Well, she was pretty normal when she is drunk, but she kinda can't walk well... Or write well. Better not ruin her book! Away that book goes and another order of alcohol she gets. 

She was determined to drink a lot to day. Or at least... A decent amount of alcohol. Decent being completely excessive
Johnny
Leon scans the room, making sure he surveys everyone individually. The reason being he wants to know who's most likely to start a drunk fight, who's most likely to keep their composure, and who's most likely to visit his shop if he asks. He's been working in the relatively new place nonstop, taking 48 hour shifts sometimes. That's what led him here; the need for a break. Undoubtedly, he notices the two woman at the table. Both attractive, but one looks like they're determined to get drunk. Then again, they look like interesting company. And he has yet to make some acquaintances in Salvainia. He stands from his table and walks to theirs with his water, sitting down in a chair and starting off with a simple "Hello ladies. I hope I'm not disturbing."
Diane
*Celaena takes a sip from her drink as well. She was pretty sure it was non-alcoholic, but then she began to feel the tell-tale signs of drunkenness — dulled senses, significant reduce in anxiety, inability to use her hands quite as well, but hey, at least her hands weren't shaking anymore. She did, however, think it wise to set down the drink, and likely not touch it again. As Leon approaches them, she responds with,* "No, not disturbing at all, feel free to uh, join us — so long as it's fine with... Um..." *She snaps her fingers — or at least tries to, with little success. She seems to be trying to remember Elowen's name.* "I... I know it started with an E..." *She struggles to try to remember.*
Daniel
She stared at the new commer more directly now. She was leaned more into her chair, having a more excessively relaxed pose as he approached. Though, the hand not holding her pint of beer was rested on her sword, which was sitting in it's scabbard. If anything, she was prepared for just about anything! 

She shook her head to the man as he approached. Totally not interrupting anything. In fact, she beckoned him to sit down and join her at the table! She needed more friends. She took this as an opportunity to make friends! 

"No no, you're not disturbing anything at all"

She said, leaning forward. She reached her hand (which used to be resting on her sword) for a hand shake. Good to always introduce yourself! 

"The name is Elowen, yours?"
Diane
*Her eyes lighten up, as she tries again (and fails again) to snap her fingers.* "Elowen! That was it..." *She then remembers the reason why she was trying to remember Elowen's name: the new person!* "Oh! S-Sorry. I'm Celaena. P-Pleasure to meet you." *She stands up, and is suddenly reminded of the sword (in its scabbard) resting on her lap by its loud clattering onto the ground, as she stands up, extending her hand to Leon for a handshake as well.*
Johnny
"Hi Elowen and Celaena." He says with a smile. Leon takes notice of Elowen's eye contact. Their eyes met when he entered the tavern, which could happen with anyone, but this time is indeed more direct. Is she being cautious? Is this something she does when she's half drunk? Either way, he doesn't give it too much thought. He's found out that he does that too often. He shakes their hands with a firm grip before watching the sword falls from Celaena's lap. He reaches over and picks it up for her from the middle, observing the design of it for a moment. He hands it back and says "Nice sword. I'm Leon. It's nice to meet you both." He knows that Elowen plans to get drunk so he decides to tease her with it a bit. "Does Celaena plan on carrying you out later on, Elowen? You don't seem like the type of girl to back down from a fight, especially with that sword of yours."
Susan
*Sugar finally leaves the place and goes on some quest*
Daniel
"No no, I'm sure I'll be able to walk after this drink. I won't be needing any help to walk"

She said, chugging down this drink. How many has she drank? 2... 3? Maybe 4! Those are a lot of drinks. Her cheeks were quite rosy and her speech was just that bit slurred. Not too much, she seemed to have all her mental stuff in check! 

She decided to play with the man, since he started it. At least... She thinks he was playing with her. She doesn't know this. She stared at him for a moment then grinned. 

"Would you like to test that theory, Leon?"

She asked, placing her hand on her sword yet again. She slightly drew the sword, maybe pulling it one inch from the frog scabbard. It made a soft click sound, most likely from the blade hitting the hard parts of the scabbard.
Johnny
"That's good." He states after she clarifies her intrepidity. When he thinks about it, it doesn't surprise him. A woman like her is either used to getting drunk or experienced enough to tell exactly how much she can take. Still, she is loopy. Those burning cheeks and slow words don't lie. What *Does* Surprise him, however, is her challenging him with her next sentence. Here? Now? How... Exciting! Leon is slightly more on the introverted and calm side, but that peaks his interest. 

He gives her a slight smirk and sits back. "Sure. You shouldn't get ahead of yourself though." He orders a light wine and says "Strike me once and I'll pay for your and your friend's drink." He offers as he stands up and sips his wine. He's quite the tall guy. A slim but muscular figure.
Daniel
Elowen wasn't expecting him to take offer. She stood up, her sword, falling nice smack down into her scabbard, hanging down her left side. She raised her hand, requesting for another drink. She loves drinks! They are her favourite! 

But then... She looked confused. Strike me once? She didn't mean fight him. No no no! She meant have a drink! She loves drinks. She was confused. She didn't want to fight. She made a confused sound once he finished his sentence. It wasn't so much a sound, rather, it was an exclamation!

"I thought we... Were having a drink off. Oh well, my mistake, I'll return myself back into my seat with a drink in hand"

She said, sipping her beer with a sad sip. Saaaaaaaad sip. Pouty face. She was good at combat, but she really didn't like fighting. She just prefers to settle everything with a drink you see? She isn't a pacifist at all, but this wasn't a lifestyle for her.
Diane
*Celaena looks somehow both relieved, and disappointed that the two didn't begin sword fighting in the middle of the tavern. She takes a sip of her drink.* "Aww, I was hoping to see some cool fighting... Two prac'iced- prackissed- *Trained* Swor-fighters ought to be a real display..." *Not even finished with her first glass and she's already roughly twice as affected as Elowen! She takes another sip, before setting the now emptied cup down.* "But, I 'spose it's for the best... I wouldn't want someone to get hurt..."
Daniel
"Sorry, no fighting. I don't like drawing my sword for anything other than showing it to people. It is a dangerous object of course. Wouldn't want to get a bounty on my head for drawing it in the wrong place"

She said, finishing her drink. She honestly didn't know what to do. She was still up for the offer of the drink battle. But... She didn't know how much her tummy could take before she would puke it all out. That's how you lose of course! She didn't want to lose anything. She was EXTREMELY competitive... Or at least she likes to see herself that way. In reality, she was quite easy to force a loss from. If you know her well enough to pull her weak spots! 

That or just tickle her. She is really ticklish! Grabbing her by the hip and start moving your hand could get her to jump up and start to flail around in laughter. Her hips are really ticklish!
Johnny
He looks at Elowen a bit confused. Confused as to why she hasn't stood up yet. The sound she made serves as a small catalyst to him realizing his mistake. She doesn't want to fight... And it's clarified one she says it herself. 'Oh... Ohh.' He thinks, mentally kicking himself. Guess he got himself all worked up after being in the same position for hours on end. Some sparring wouldn't so bad right now. "Oh! Yes, that makes more sense. My apologies love, I went ahead of myself. We can still do the drink off. " Even though it wasn't what he was planning, he decides to do it for her. He gives Celaena a nod and a bright smile. The poor (Or great, depending on how you look at it) girl is clearly losing her composure. He sits his dumb arse down and this time orders whatever Elowen has. He orders quite a few mugs. "It takes me quite a while to get drunk but not too long to puke so... I guess we'll see how it goes."
Daniel
She nodded, raises her hand for another drink, leaning forward to discuss the prizes and punishment for the winners and losers. She was definitely not the best at her drink, but she wasn't the worst! At least 3 drinks already down and she was still... Functioning.

"First... What does the winner get and what does the loser get?"

She asked, having a slight wobble in how she speaks. Those 3 drinks did do a bunch on her! Lets hope she doesn't die. That would be unfortunate. Instead of dying from Vampires and Ghouls, she died from drinking too many drinks. 

She then grinned, thinking to herself for a good moment and promptly shaking her head no. Nope not now. If she was going to lose, that would mean she was wasted drunk. She didn't want to do a bad thing when she was drunk.