Thread: Our own little Awakening. // Dream&Relix

Rage's eyebrow cocked in frustration at the elf. His blatant ignorance for the fact that the male was sitting there was appalling. I'm right here, you little mother-fu... His statement being spoke into his mug as he quickly chugged the rest of it down. It was all he could do without wanting to reach over the table and slam the Elf's face into the table. Quickly, the male got the Barmaid's attention, watching her fill another mug and bring it over. Rage grabbed it haste-fully, making sure none of them - though they weren't even close to being done with their first mugs - had grabbed at it. He knew he'd need a lot to get through the night, for a few reasons. To fight off the thoughts of his sister being drug into the Deep Roads by darkspawn and the elf's blatant disrespect. 'I know I am going to end up hurting him ... I just know it.' Rage through to himself as the Elf proceeded to ask the girl for a favor. Bringing his mug up to his lips, parting to let the concoction flow into his mouth. 'Will you ... share a bed with me tonight?' Rage quickly brought his drink down, the mixture of alcohol in his mouth spewing from his lips. A mixture of a laugh and a cough following, luckily, Zander wasn't in front of him. He'd be covered in alcohol mixed with saliva. Hearing the female's response only inspired Rage to laugh harder, Ah ha ha ha ha! Rage exclaimed, pounding his hand against the table. All the patrons quickly turning their head to see what was so damn funny. Though, they paid no mind after realizing it was two humans and a elf. Zander had muttered a few words before sulking down into his seat. Rage wiped a small tear from his eye before bringing his mug up to his lips. Finishing off the glass, waving down the barmaid. Rage, I think you should slow down. Nah, I'll be fine. Twenty minutes later... Guyss.... Rage muttered, drunkenly. Do's yous shee that dwarf .. ha ha.. dwaaa oorrffff .. ah ha ha ha ... Rage paused to fight back a small laughing fit. dat dwarf in the back thing over thur ... ? He asked, pointing his finger wobbly at the empty corner. Dey hab been eye bawling me all night ... 'Ey! He yelled, If you gots sumthin' to say .. say it den! He yelled, picking up his mug to whip it at the empty corner. Zander's eyes looked side to side, turning his head back to make sure he was seeing the empty corner. Rage, there isn't anything back there ... The elf whispered slowly to the drunken male. AH! A talkin' twee! Keel it! Rage yelled, reaching over to swing at nothing beside Zander. Yep, I believe he is past drunken ... now, its just a stupor. The elf groaned, taking a small sip of his drink. His eyes rolling slowly. He is in no way amusing ... I'm sorry you have to see this, Deacon. So pathetic. Dun you say dat a boot me mum! I will pay 'ye paid! Rage shouted, his sentences full of slurs and stutters. Reaching over quickly, the male fell face first into the table. A small snore quickly beginning to be heard from the male. Drinking as much as he did on an empty stomach, surely bound for him to pass out after twenty dwarven ales. Muttering that the dwarf in the background was challenging him to out drink him, being the reason he had drank so much.