<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ab/Aelen13.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Aelen Quinrona</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=267118.msg13176342#msg13176342)<br/><em>Noble High Elf Duelist Fighter 1</em><br/><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Emperor's Flagon<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Hyscrown<br/><hr/><br/>He glanced at Lhii and looked rather distressed at the idea that he would be perceived as rude if he did not sample the Ogre Swill.  His consternation only seemed to grow as so many of the others sampled it to, well, mixed reviews.  A little whimper of worry rose in his throat, especially given their host's clear breeding.  They shared a social standing, and from the state of Hyscrown's clothing, a shared fall from grace.  Still, a noble was always a noble, no matter how often their clothes had been mended or their boots blackened in a vain attempt to hide the scuff marks.  He couldn't stand the thought of shaming his family in the presence of another noble, simply because he was afraid to drink a bit of strong spirits.<br/><br/>Squaring his shoulders and taking  deep breath, he snatched the bottle of the Ogre Swill before Ye'me and TicTic could drink it all.  He flashed a dashing smile, as if he were about to perform some daring, yet dazzling, feat of courage and skill.  "For the sake of etiquette and solidarity with my companions in arms, and our most gracious and handsome host...I will drink this liquor!"  He lifted the bottle high, then brought it down to his lips to take a reckless mouthful.<br/><br/>It took a second for the taste and burning to register as the alcohol poured between his soft lips and filled his delicate mouth.  Then, his eyes widened and filled with involuntary tears, even as he turned an alarming shade of crimson.  Water poured from his eyes and down his burning cheeks as he shoved the bottle away from him, as if it were literal poison.  Coughing and whimpering, he fumbled, blinded, around on the table to try and find something else to drink.  Something milder and sweeter to soothe his raw throat and wash the harsh flavor from his tongue.<br/><br/>"GRAWK!"  He downed a mouthful of the first thing his frantic hands came across, only to find it was the Ogre Swill again.  He wept openly and panted as he snatched a handful of grapes off his plate to cram into his mouth, chewing with chipmunk cheeks, his mouth over-filled with the fruit meant to quell the dramatic physical repercussions of the paint thinner.  Laying his head on the table, he swallowed his grapes and felt the strong drink already working its magic on his weak constitution.<br/><br/>For the rest of the night, he ate liberally of any and all sweets and fruits provided, and was<em>extra</em>affectionate.  He had rarely, if ever, been truly intoxicated with his friends, but the two large swallows of the swill were enough to keep him blasted for the rest of the night.  And, apparently, he's a friendly drunk, wanting to snuggle and kiss and nuzzle anyone and everyone in the room.