Billy
**Sauntering Into the Tavern comes a usual tavern goer, Marceline. She's pleasant In her demeanor, radiating a cheeky smile for all to see. She puts her hood town, and fixes her hair a little, so It's not tarnished from being hooded. She struts past the liveliness of this Tavern, finding It easy to Ignore a few suggestive stares from drunkards In their booths.**

**She ambles to the bar, where a bartender awaits her with a greeting.** ``"Back already? How long's It been, three hours? We saw you and that opulent man engage In a very hazardous tête-à-tête outside. I hope you showed him the what for!"`` **Goes the Bartender as he readies a mug.**

"You saw that? The slimey bag pickpocketed me. Nearly got away with *My* Silver. Anyhow, I'll have a mug of amber please." **Marceline orders, as she slides the bartender one silver coin, enough to cover at least 10 drinks.**

**The bartender nods, taking his coin and scurrying away to meet her demands. Marceline meanwhile, waist leaned against the bar, she seems bored, tapping the wood.**
Michael
*The Door to the tavern swings open, if anyone turned to look expecting the average taverngoer they would see nothing. That is because the person standing at the door is a few feet shorter than the average man, A Hill Lora Clad in Shining Armour and holding a giant war hammer slung on his shoulder.* "Hmph" *He grunts seeing people looking at his height, he wanders over to the bar and reaching up his arm to its full height he puts five copper pieces on the bar before scaling up a barstool to order in a gruff low voice* "A Strong Beer." *He nods at the lady, acknowledging her presence.*

"Yer Strongest Drink" *He says to the barkeep and then hefts the hammer off his shoulder and drops it onto the floor where it falls headfirst with a dull thud, he then lifts off his helmet and places it on the bar in front of him, which shows the face of a unusually good looking dwarf. Swiveling on his seat he turns to the lady* "I haven't found a drink strong enough to cloud my mind in these lands yet." *He gives a small smile and his Blue eyes Twinkle a bit* "I'd Like to find a Drink that could"
Billy
**At the sound of Thorin's hammer crashing Into the wooden floor, a few tavern goers perk up and glance at him, shaking their heads scornfully, and mouthing off to themselves, and their conversation partners.** "Decadent little boov." **Goes one taverngoer.**

"Crude. Half a man." **Goes another.**

**Marceline hears this, and she turns around, she glares at a booth housing two men, scrawny looking drunkards with 5 o clock shadows and wearinf rags. Her piercing eyes Intimidate them a spell, they turn away and remain quiet.** "That's right, you dunces. Bugger off with your teasing."

``Meanwhile the bartender clears his throat, addressing the Lora. "Our strongest drink Is called Minty Menace. A liter of It Is two silver coins, and Is guaranteed to put you on your ass after one drink. Just ask Marceline here!" Says the bartender, who goads the woman.``

**Marceline turns around In time to defend herself, though she's a winsome character who often laughs with folk, even at herself. She nods.** "Oi! That was one time, and I lost my balance." **She smirks down at the Lora.** "He's right, It's a killer!" **She warns, chugging from her mug of common amber ale.**
Michael
*He ignores the idiot drunks,he knows if he wanted to he could cave their foreheads in* "I'll take that Drink, The Minty Menace" *He takes the coppers back and places two silvers on the table* "This Better be good, two silvers could buy me the motherload of beer" *He says to both of them, smirking right back at Marceline. He breaks out into a smile after a few moments* "You Seem Like an Educated Macen, not like most of the ones I've met on my travels. When It comes to haughtiness I think only Elves are better at it than you guys" *He says lightheartedly*
Billy
``The bartender grins ear to ear at the sight of silver being placed. He's quick to swipe It away, and then pocket It. "Sure thing. Minty Menace coming In a few minutes! It needs some time to cure." He says, before leaving the two at the bar.``

**Marceline chuckles at the Lora's sentiment, she smiles with him, and raises her mug.** "Cheers mate, you flattered me." **Then she takes a generous scarf of It, she seems to be keen on drinking. Perhaps this Lora has found a challenge?** "Mmm—Right then, you're probably the least boisterous Lora I've ever met. I've been to your lands before. Perhaps you lack confidence when In the presence of a... Hardly... Lora accepting environment."

**She clears her throat.** "Worry not, my stocky fellow. I do not discriminate, nor judge a character based on their appearance. It's all about how you present yourself! Your shining armor Is quite nice to look at." **Then Marceline offers the Lora a handshake, or, a more formal and respectable forearm shake.** "I'm Marceline."
Michael
"I am not boisterous because i found the key to talking to macen, most of my people think that extravagant displays of dominance leads to respect.I find that being silent and Menacing works much better" *He shakes her hand heartily, his strength being much more than a standard macen, and his hands quite big for working with metal* "You seem like a Strong drinker, would you like to have a contest?"
Billy
**Marceline shakes his hand, returning an equal amount of strength, expected from a healthy young Earth Macen such as herself. She scoots her stool closer to the Lora.** "Silent but deadly, eh? You fancy a contest? Well, *You're* The one about to drink Minty Menace, It should be a walk In the park. I'll wager 5 whole silver coins that I can last longer!"

**She holds her chin high and mighty.** "What's your name, Lora?"
Michael
"My Name Is Thorin HeftHammer" *He sits straight towards the bar and gets ready for those drinks* "I Will Be Damned if a Drink Named teh minty menace lays me low" *He smiles and waits for the drink* "It will be worth the two silver and more if it can"
Billy
"Yeah, It's of Silnarian origin. Actually called Fortis Letum." **Marceline says, nailing the Silnarian accent. Apparently this Macen Is more educated than previously thought!** "Thorin Heftmammer, I'm Marceline Fortuna. I come from a land far beyond the sealine. I deserted my home to pursue a better life here. I was seventeen when I arrived."
Michael
*He nods* "I still think Lora Drink is the strongest stuff on earth, but those elves sure can throw together a good brew" *He stretches and cracks his knuckles* "Are you ready?" *He gets ready to drink some alcohol*

"Seems like a freaking great deal to me, More to drink for the winner!" *He takes a whiff of the green stuff and his nose twitches slightly* "Smoooooth. So how do you drink this stuff?" *He stares into the grey stuff and looks at the green stuff* "Do you shake the bottle or something?" *He has never seen this drink before and quite curious about this elven brew*
Billy
``The Bartender dips his chin, coughing. "Uhh—You just... Drink, and drink, and drink until you get to the bottom and that green stuff? That's not just...'Green stuff', It Is ground hops, marinated In three hundred year old Mead from the most notorious Silnarian brewers. It'll get you by surprise. Tastes nasty, but It's not about that. It's about what It does to you. Gets you hammered twice as fast as the strongest Whiskey In Salvania!"``

**Marceline nearly spits out her Ale, she snorts, and coughs.** "Ahhck!! What In blahaaahaazes?! *That's* What that Is? Blimey me!"

``The Bartender nods, and starts to walk away. "I'll be back In a minute with yours, Marceline. I'll pray for your stomachs."``
Michael
*He smiles dangerously* "So that is what it is, if you make it past the first part the Hops finish you off." *He brings the bottle closer to him, almost cradling it like a baby in his arms* "If this does what is advertised I will have to buy more then just one of these little blighters" *He takes a deep whiff of the distinct high proof scent* "What did it feel like last time you took shots of this?" *He asks her*
Billy
**Marceline shudders In her garments, she gets chills down her spine, and makes a nasty face of disapproval.** "After one shot, I swear on everything, I felt like I was under a discombobulation spell. My world spun, I was warm, and numb, and apparently I fell right on my arse In front of the whole Tavern. They had to take deliver me to the Inn rooms while I was out."

``From a booth behind them, hollers a man, with a pint of Mug on the table. He's a Fire Macen, with a bushy beard, and furry arms. He guffaws, having heard Marceline's recollection of the last time she tasted Minty Menace. "Damn right! I was sitting right here when It happened. She started to cry like a baby." He laughs, his face strong, and masculine.``

**Marceline turns around, and scowls at the man.** "You lie! I don't remember crying. I just remember... Whining a little. Only a little! Not a farthing more!"
Michael
"So you did not make it to the green stuff at the bottom?" *His eyes widen a bit* "HA NOW THAT IS A CHALLENGE" *He uncorks the liquid and gets ready to down it* "I don't need shot glasses I am going to drink from the bottle"
Billy
**Marceline turns back to face Thoring, she's red In the face, her cheeks have turned rosy, highlighted by her fair Macen visage. She scoffs.** "You're mistaken! I was already knackered before downing the shot. That's why I was done In after one! Watch. Here comes *My* Glass."

``The bartender arrives, with another tall liter of Minty Menace. He presents It to Marceline, and backs away from them both. He webs his hands together, and watches meticulously at them. The man from the booth, also watches. A few other tavern goers stir up a small audience.``

"Here we are." **Marceline uncorks her Minty Menace, she brings the rim to her nose and takes a whiff. She pretends that It doesn't faze her senses, but In reality she would like to snort violently.** "Cheers!!"

**In a hurry, she also begins to drink from straight out of the bottle. A colossal mistake on her end. The drink, It's a spicy taste, laden with a minty twinge that stings the gums, and burns the throat. The pain resonates In the mouth, following all the way down the esophagus and Into the stomach, where It stirs up an orchestra of bubbling. This Is what happens to Marceline.**

**For Thorin, It's the same taste. A smoothe mintyness, with significant spice, and a harsh, liquory aftertaste comparable to a blend of IRL Hennessy and Jägermeister.**
Michael
*He sticks the bottle in his mouth,and starts chugging like crazy. His eyes snap open and his face gets a look of surprise at how strong this drink is, he gets that tingly nose feeling that you get when you drink something so strong it numbs your tongue.* 
 
 *Halfway through the bottle his face starts getting limp and his eyes go googly, his hand holding up the bottle wavering so he raises the other hand to steady it and tries to make it to the "Green stuff"*
Billy
**For Marceline, she pays attention to nothing but the fact that she could be winning this. She doesn't chug as much as Thorin does, but she's somehow managing to stay on her feet, the bottle In her hands slowly empties, the coagulation of hops slowly glides down the bottle, to the rim, where It floats Into her mouth.**

**It catches her by surprise, the sudden, bitter taste of hops plant that stains her tongue. She fails to maintain composure!** "PSFFFTTTT!!" **Marceline spits out the contents, and stumbles away from the bar, coughing. She's still got the bottle of Minty Menace In her hands, about half empty, she only wasted a mouthful.**

``A few men laugh, a few women hide behind them, snickering.`` **Marceline crumbles to her knees, holding her throat. The Macen loses to the Lora. She's red In the face, her mind certainly falters.** "Uhhhhhm... Not good..."
Michael
*He finishes off the bottle with one last huge drink,slamming down the bottle onto the bar triumphantly* "I WON!" *Then his eyes droop and the alcohol hits him HARD, he falls right off the barstool limply landing like a sack of potatoes on the ground. He Lays there for a second face down* "Ughhhh" *He reaches one hand out for his hammer and uses it to drag himself onto one knee* "We Battleeed Well Buddy" *He reaches his hand out for a congratulatory handshake but misses by a foot or two and topples over against the barstool*

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" *He Hollers in sheer horror and runs to her side, just to right the bottle of Minty Menace and try to keep it from spilling more. His drunken eyes well up but no tears fall* "Such.. Such a good drink... Spilt" *People can feel the anguish in his soul to see the drink spilled,just by looking at him. He pulls himself up with his hammer and staggers over to the bar* "Twooo Hangover Preventerssss, or whatever you have for thaat"
Billy
``"You look like crap, but a victorious crap, Thorin. That whole... Contest didn't last more than a minute but I'll be damned If It wasn't entertaining. My name's Gregoire. I come from a Silnarian hops farm, that's why I knew what Minty Menace Is made out of. Baunum back there, he's my... Brother. I know I know, a Silnarian and Macen brothers? Not from the same mother. It's confusing. You're probably too drunk to even understand me."``
Michael
*He smiles drunkenly and staggers up to his feet* "OI fellow I may be a victorious crap, but this crap here must go" *He stumbles over to the drink and picks it up while putting his helmet on and slinging his hammer over his shoulder with his other hand* "Tell her I said good luck!" *He hums a tune as he stumbles out into the night and onto a road leading to his next merry adventure. Waving Goodbye to the tavern as he leaves*
Billy
``"Of course, of course. Safe travels. Your name will be remembered here, Thorin." Gregoire says, as the Lora leaves. Gregoire then begins to clean up, while his brother, Baunum the burly, tends to the bar, serving drinks, and engaging In small talk.``

**Marceline Is still asleep In the backroom, which Is left open, so Gregoire can make frequent checks on his crush.**