<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/a5/12/17/a5121791078186cc5742da0bb14ba15e.jpg)</div>Downstairs the sounds made by the various couplings of Freeromp could be heard if the bar were only as loud as a normal night.  This night, however, spirits are high and people have gotten rowdy.  "ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT!" shouts Ayca as she stands up on the table again, just barely avoiding kicking over a part of the rather impressive alchemical apparatus, "Find your seats!  And take it easy!"<br/><br/>Ayca takes her seat down at the table and gives her shirt a quick tug, straightening it out a little.  Most nights, she keeps it low enough that just the top bit of cleavage shows, but apparently Freeromp (and the fact that her uncle Burnus has been very busy through the night) has given her a bit more courage and she's done two fewer buttons than she normally would.  The straightening doesn't help this, but it does center the shirt a bit more, ensuring that pale lightly freckled cleavage is visible and she doesn't risk a nipple slipping out.  Nearly as soon as she is seated, the young philosopher swings down to sit next to her.<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/ee/9d/96/ee9d9661fc68cb6347e03d7daa96ce5b.jpg)</div>He's a thin man with sweeping hair and a noble look to him, fine clothing, a leatherbound book that he places carefully on the table.  "Do you mind if I-" he begins to say, but Ayca apparently has slightly different plans.<br/><br/>"Sydney!" she calls, grabbing hold of her arm and pulling her in between herself and the young philosopher.  "I'm sorry, I need to talk with Sydney," the barwench says apologetically as she shoes the fellow one seat further.  He acquiesces without trouble, looking just faintly embarressed as he moves to the next seat over.  Ayca offers a wide smile at Sydney as she pulls her down into the seat between the two of them and pats her leg, "Sorry, Syd, I intend to win and I can't risk being like, anywhere near Nuria.  Or Burnus.  Or those dwarves."<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.beastsofwar.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/Dwarven-Handshake.jpg)</div>The dwarves are a couple of seats down and apparently Nuria has decided to take her place next to them.  The two dwarves take a quick look around the table, nod, and then sit down immediately next to each other.  Perhaps they are just looking to ensure that they get as much free drink from his as possible, the way that they clap each other on the back and mutter out insults to each other suggests this.  "That shuld be a famil'yer enough experrience fer ye, eh?  Suckin' trew a hose?" shouts out one of them with a quick grip of white beard.  The two roar with laughter and grapple for a second before Nuria sits down next to the white haired fellow.  He gives her a long up and down glance with his non-eyepatched eye before bellowing out, "Saw yer racin' before, lass, was an empressive theng ta be sure.  I hope ye don't mend me sayin' so."<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/karnione1/images/4/46/Dwarf.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140916022600])</div>The empty seat next to Nuria stays open for a moment or two before a couple of buxom young women traveling with a troupe of performers that have rolled into town manage to convince Burnus Alfzar to step forward.  He is, after all, always a sucker for a pretty face.  Indeed, the fact that he settles right next to Nuria's just more confirmation of that.  It takes him a second to get his seat, having to push back the chair to give space for his big body.  It's not that Burnus is fat, just built like one of his barrels.  "Nuria," he says in his standard soft, but resonant voice.  He shifts his weight trying to set himself up in a way that he's not crowding her, but that's damned near impossible, his leg pressed gently against hers.<br/><br/>Once the table has filled up and people have their tubes in front of them, Ayca's voice rings out once again, "Alright!  Not a whole lot of way to cheat this, unless you're using magic, so uh, just don't!"  She grasps one of the handles next to her and calls out, "When you hear the bell ring, start drinking and get pumping!  Remember, if the hose leaves your mouth, it'll move on to the next player!  Ready..."  The players begin scrambling to get hoses in their mouths, preparing to start the game.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Playing The Game</div><div class="spoiler_body">Pumping: When you pump the shafts, roll + Dexterity.  On a 10+ choose 2, on a 7-9, choose 1.<br/>-You are able to maintain your energy, take +1 on your next Sucking roll<br/>-You pump extra hard, your opponents take -1 on their next Sucking roll<br/><br/>Sucking: When you suck the hose, roll - (MINUS!) Constitution + Current Round.  <br/>On a 6-, you're drinking and pumping.<br/>On a 7-9, you're in the game but just barely, if you quit now you'll still be pretty in control of yourself.  <br/>On a 10+, you are hanging off of people drunk, you should quit before you hurt yourself. You'll probably remember parts of tonight.  If you roll 10+ twice, you choke up and have to quit, but you'll still be conscious.<br/>On a 12+, you're out. Booze is going to spill all over you and you're probably going to actually pass out.<br/></div></div>