Harley Bent  (Level 1 Godamancer)<br/>LIV 1  BSH  1  SNK 1  LIK 1  WHT 3  RED 1  BLU 1  GRN 1  BLK 1  XP 1<br/>Healthy<br/>_________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>The girl couldn't help but cringe slightly as the mugs were filled with liquid ambrosia...or so she liked to think. While still a golden amber in color something about it made her distrust the special concoction, making it seem slightly more sinister than it probably was. Or perhaps it was Bart's own unique 'flavor' added whilst cleaning that made his drinks so extraordinary?<br/><br/>Harley had spent the last several years enjoying holy water blessed and shared in Cleodotus' name. Thanks to a special passageway that she had found early on during one of her many unannounced naps and mysterious illnesses, Harley had made sure that the church's stock of alcoholic drinks never spoiled. Though even the taste of fine wine soon became mundane on a daily basis and on her rambunctious evening treks throughout the city she sampled the fruit of each tavern and pub.<br/><br/>Although confident in her own alcoholic prowess, a seed of doubt began to slowly blossom at the bartender's reaction. Competing against a bear who could apparently drink his way through a raging river gave her a rush of adrenaline...and while losing to him might be inevitable it never hurt to take a few extra precautions. The surrounding environment had also quickly changed and the excitement was almost contagious, an electricity in the air. This also meant plenty of pushing and crowding as each person tried to peer over the shoulder of another.<br/><em><br/>Well, drink up.</em><br/><br/>She blinked blankly as if just realizing that it was her turn. Gripping the handle of her mug, she brought it up to her lips and grinned mischeviously at the giant man. "Cheers!" It seemed to be a game to her and she was enjoying herself immensely. With her mouth hidden behind the massive mug, she whispered a few choice words into the brew. A charm and incantation of sorts that would turn alcholic beverages into nothing but plain, clear, water. A trick that many of the priests who had little to no tolerance for liquor practiced, an almost shameful secret that was passed down quietly. Harley was rather upset that there was no such spell to turn water into wine! Or so they told her. Instead she would find herself receiving yet another lecture on how drinking to excess is nothing more than a sin, with the exception of the few holy days when the chalice was passed around for even then each person only receives a mere sip (and eventually Harley was banned altogether from partaking of the cup due to her shamelessly draining the liquid, the stingy old fellow!).