Kizer found himself once again on cleaning/play nice duty during the busy hours. Since he had few skills other that making things out of leather and metal, it was judged his best use would be playing bus boy and doing customer service. As he was a decent talker he played the part of a host, drinking and chatting with the guests as his gang of unseen servants cleaned and bussed tables.<br/><br/>At this particular moment Kizer sat beside a rather<em>robust</em>regular, a female of modest with an immodest girth that seemed to find him simply dashing. He was locked in a difficult battle of keeping the woman from groping him as he drained the second mead she'd bought him. All the while watching his fellow guild members in there various duties, to include a fish hiding her fins and a pussycat flaunting her wares.<br/><br/>"You look amazing tonight Bertha, why is it that I've already begun to out-drink you? You've never been one to allow this humble servant a head start before," Kizer flirted shamelessly. Hoping beyond hope she would drink herself to sleep before too much longer.