There was one final thing that Ayca's cousin (a light goes off in Nuria's head, Lukin. That's that boy's name) did before disappearing into the audience to get back to his merry-making.  His hand had casually been hanging by his side and as Nuria ruffles his hair and walks by him, he flinches slightly in surprise, the movement (perhaps unintentionally) causing his arm to brush up against that beautiful backside.  He clears his throat quickly and then steps out of the way, fixing up his hair as best as he can while grinning after her, "I wouldn't hold it against you if you did!  Enjoy yourself!"  His eyes, of course, remain on that lovely ass.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://crittersrpg.com/img/vox/tiberius2.jpg)</div>If the draconian even noticed the eyebrow lifting, he makes no sign of responding to it negatively.  He likely gets these sorts of looks often, being an enormous red-skinned fellow in billowy blue robes.  Narkax smiles his best, open mouth grin after he speaks and then takes a brief step back at Nurias response.  "Oh, dear- I-" he begins to mutter out, holding up a clawed hand that ends up touching her shoulder.  His browridge furrows and he attempts to speak, but is caught off guard again as she moves in.  His scales are hot as well, though Nuria certainly makes them hotter leaving a shape of the palm of her hand in ash on his cheek.<br/><br/>When she turns away, Narkax reaches into the pocket of his robe and slips on a pair of optics to watch her go with.  "I certainly- I meant- I didn't-" can be heard murmered out behind her before the dragon lets out a harumph with a little burst of smoke and makes his way back toward the tavern after her, leaving quite a bit of space and making sure that he steers clear once inside.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a5/12/17/a5121791078186cc5742da0bb14ba15e.jpg)</div>Inside the bar things are rising up in anticipation of the game.  Indeed, they had been before the Delvers abruptly raised the stakes.  Promptly Ayca begins to see that she's going to lose control of the situation if she doesn't get hold of it.  "Okay!  Okay!  OKAY!" she bellows out, holding both hands by her mouth to amplify.  The crowd begins to quiet down a little bit to hear her, with quite a bit of hissed 'shushes.'  The redhead grins over at Nuria as she draws close and leans in to peck her on the cheek, "Gotta go after what we want, not to worry at all."<br/><br/>She then hops back onto the table and rolls to lie on her stomach, very lounge-singer on a piano with her legs kicking behind her in tight trousers.  The angle also gives Sydney quite a lovely eyeful of the redhead's ample cleavage.  "Always looking for rules, Sydney.  I suppoooose I can tell a bit more.  The drink will flow rather continuously through the tube, with pockets of air to help those who aren't used to sucking through a hose.  Except that it'll be more boozy if your partners are pumping hard.  The last one drinking wins, remove your lips from the tube or fall down, well, first off you'll end up all splattered with alcohol, but you'll also be out.  When one person is eliminated, we flip a switch and then it's as though they are next to the next person."  She moves gracefully to a sitting position, crossing one leg over the other so that she can call out, "Hear that?  Two LOVELY ladies up for winners tonight.  And it sounds like we'll be having an additional contest of strength, perhaps to follow this?"<br/><br/>Ayca hops back off the table and gestures to it as she walks past, "Competitors!  Come grab a stool!"<br/><br/>Immediately the table begins to fill.  The offers are just too good.  Some of the players have had previous events, the brewer and jeweler who played Cock's Crown with Lorelei step up, the already terribly drunken gnome takes a seat, as does Narkax being sure to sit far enough away from where Nuria is standing so as not to be taken as a threat.  Ayca takes a seat with a big grin on her face commenting, "It's a shame Edmur isn't here, he's able to drink quite a lot.  Oooo, should we see if my uncle will play?"  Barnus, over by the bar, waves a hand to quell her suggestion, though history tells us that if the pretty Delvers encourage he'll end up drinking with the rest of them.  Additionally, two dwarves have found their way to the table, laughing and clapping each other on the shoulders with wide grins on their faces.  A young philosopher as well, though he's skinny enough of a fellow he likely doesn't have much chance.<br/><br/>A fair amount of the larger, stronger looking folks haven't joined in, a half-orc, a lizard-folk, several of the guards.  No, they're standing by at the side ready to step forward as Nuria's 'strongest men about.'<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Step 1 of This Game</div><div class="spoiler_body">Choose who you would like to sit next to you!  The options are!  This isn't necessarily the order they are sitting in, you each choose two people to sit next to!<br/>-Brewer<br/>-Jeweler<br/>-Gnome<br/>-Narkax<br/>-Ayca<br/>-Barnus (if you do a little shouting)<br/>-Dwarf<br/>-Dwarf<br/>-Philosopher</div></div>