<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/dea365467d5124c6cbec34019d1d794f_zpse6fcef04.jpeg)</div><br/>Sydney Malorne (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=247429.msg12254506#msg12254506)<br/><br/><em>Sydney's eyes widened as Ayla practically drags her up to the counter and beckons her into the barstool next to her.  Sydney slowly wriggled back and forth and let out a slow sigh.  She had never done well on barstools... a normal chair had her sitting on her rear but... barstools... barstools always ended up with the weight pressing squarely between her legs.  With her panties having mysteriously disappeared the night before, the awkwardness of the barstool was even more pronounced.<br/><br/>She wriggled a bit more, taking in a deep breath.  It wasn't... unpleasant... but her magic was built around other people being turned on and eager... it wasn't a situation she was used to experiencing herself.<br/><br/>She raised an eyebrow slightly as Ayla placed a hand on her thigh... she had seen Ayla passively flirt with people before and was instantly suspicious of her motives.  That suspicion only deepened as the barkeep explained that she was trying to avoid the heavyweight drinkers.</em>"Oooh... so you consider me a push over?  I'll see you ass over teakettle for that one hun..."<br/><br/><em>She gives the girl a slight smile so that her threat can't be seen as too aggressive and then goes to grab her hose.  Despite her words, the wizardess knew all too well that she had an alcohol tolerance which would be hard pressed to rival a pre-teen's, and so she very quickly decided, if nothing else, to try and knock other people out rather than trying to stick in as long as she could...<br/><br/>She picked up the nozzle and put it between her lips, reaching out and grabbing the plungers and then she shifted her legs backwards, a small smile moving across her lips as her hips slide back and her weight shifts on the barstool.  She puts her hands on the plungers and waits...</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2016-07-05 19:46:35, Sydney (uid: 49010) rolls: 2d6a1 Result: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=90002)  -&gt;  Ayla and the Philosopher take -1 on their rolls<br/>At 2016-07-05 19:47:51, Sydney (uid: 49010) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=90003)</div></div><br/><em>Her eyes widen as the alcohol hit her and she nearly spit it up, she felt herself lurch slightly and tightened her hands on the plungers to keep from falling off the stool... she WOULD outlast Ayla, at the very least...</em><br/>