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He blinked in surprise at the reaction to his teasing, before smiling again, letting himself up.

"If you need me, I'll be in the kitchen repairing good will between me and the short folk, Owle."

And with that he walked through the doors, leaving her with questions unanswered. At least for the moment.

"Well thank you kind sir," He says taking a Green Dragon. "Hmm, its on fire, oh well I guess that's why they call it the Green Dragon." He tips forward his hat over his nose. Due to the fact the hat is still a bit wet and is made out of a leathery substance that naturally make it a bit fire resistant, it does not burn when he picks up the glass and tipping it so the liquid goes in his mouth with most of the flame is being stopped and reduced at the hat. After gulping down the drink ignoring the burning sensation in his mouth as a few flames make it in, he props his hat up and says,"That some trick ya pulled. I don't know how you set it on fire unless ye got pyrokinesis llike this one guy I know. Luckily I learned that trick for drinking flamers back in a pub in Grewd." he says with small flames blowing out of his mouth till they were gone when he said unless. Note to self, Flames hurt in mouth.

Looking at Paul he exclaims in a pseudo german-english accent, "Vat iz de brain damage not permament to ya?"

"What the F--"

His eyebrow arched in confusion as he stared at the flaming mug of alcohol in front of him. It wasn't so much that he was scared of fire, he was more upset about the alcohol that was being consumed by the flames. After the others at the table threw down their drinks, Athan could only shake his head, lift his glass, offer a little "cheers", and then down the hatch it went.

Athan belched, but if there was any fire that came up with it, it was kept inside his mouth. Shortly after the mug went down, and the recently freed hand came to pound on his chest. Then he just made one of those weird 'I'm glad I got that down my throat, now bring on the next one' sort of noises.

"Gyah!"

Then he slammed his hand on the table, as if to indicate 'rar, I'm an angry drinker' to the rest of the gathering.

"Next!"

Damian still talking in a pseudo-german accent looks at Paul and says. "Ich zee. Ich schould hat known. Ein Mann accuztomed zu hart drinkin. Although Ich do not know vhy du refuzed my drink. But matter it doez not."
He looks around the table at his contenders. He knew he had his own bag o' tricks but most of them are just to level the playing field. He doesn't know what stunts the others may try. "Zorry, about mich englisch. Venn Ich drink Ich usually get ein Accent. Uzzaully it iz different from dis. Zorry if du kannst not verstehen mich."

Paul then begins to sing something under his breath in a language none of them (except maybe Damien) recognize as he props his feet up on the table. Once he has firmly ensconced himself, he leans back in his chair, balancing on only two of the four legs as many a student has done. However, he has found his equilibrium, so it'll be a couple more rounds in before he falls backwards.

Paul: "So...what're we consuming next? Fermented magma?"

Paul winces sympathetically as Damien performs a faceplant into the floor of the tavern. Several witty remarks flow through his thoughts, and he mentally plucks one out and offers it to the world:

Paul: "Geez, I only hope you're drunk enough that you didn't feel that." Eh, not my best, but the alcohol is beginning to settle in.

:: Chrystels figure came into view as she walked every so carefully toward the tavern. Taking in all of the sites, This was the first time these images were brought to her eyes... Green, they were... Surrounded by long flowing and wavy brown hair. Soft tan/peach skin, rosy cheeks and pink lips. Glasses rested upon her nose she smiled softly... Reaching into her pocket she retreaved a package of ciggerettes. She took one and placed it into her lips.. Carefully holding it. She pulled out a lighter, spun the wheel and held downt he little red button..She sucked the smoke into her mouth, Inhaling the cancerous smoke filled her lungs... She exhaled..::