Drunk couldn’t describe Teiho as he stumbled through the busy festival streets. His discussion with Odin the previous day had left him feeling much better than he had felt in a long time and thus deserved an afterparty of sorts for the occasion. Of course for Teiho this meant even more drinking which then eventually lead to a rather rowdy bar fight and the subsequent removal of himself and several other patrons. The whole affair was rather humorous to Odin himself since none of his wares were destroyed, but the fact of the matter was that it was placed on Teiho’s tab, a tab that he didn’t know he had somehow racked up over the course of the evening. Said information proceeded to depress the young man so hard that he was driven to drinking even more to drown out his sorrows.

That lead to today. Drunk, yet somehow clean due to returning to his hotel room at some point during the evening. He wore his normal festival wear of a gray graphic tee and cargo shorts. This time accompanied by a baseball cap, a pair of tan boat shoes and a pair of orange shades to hide the glassy look in his eyes. He held his bottle of liquor by the neck, somehow careful enough not to spill it, but careless enough to swirl it about to the point that it splashed on passing people. It was amazing that he had made it that far really, but all in all he still wasn’t as drunk as he could possibly be. No that would come in a minute as he stepped inside of the nearest bar to himself.

Drunkenly peering through the fog and haze of cigarette and weed smoke, Teiho would judge the vibe of the establishment and place it along the lines of something that a college student would sit in on a friday evening with friends. Scoffing at that thought and the light weight idiots that populated such establishments, he’d notice a peculiar sight. Sitting by herself, almost secluded behind a wall of gray smoke and body odor was a young woman. He could tell that she was inherently beautiful like Ianthe was and definitely was just as endowed as the young Savannah girl. However unlike his current squeeze, this young woman had fair skin similar to those of Pergrande or Sin. Fiore also had a sizeable fair skinned population but not many were of this tone.

A loopy grin crossed his face as he stumbled over to her table, not necessarily in the mood, but interested in the prospect of sitting with someone who looked so out of place like himself. Giving himself permission to sit down, he would knock the bottle back as he sat down, tipping the contents into his mouth and down his throat. Finishing his swig a few moments later, he’d let out a heavy sigh before giving the young woman a stupid and silly grin, “ So what has you sitting all by yourself in a dark corner?” His question was stupid and vaguely rude considering he didn’t introduce himself, but he was far past manners with how drunk he was so those things didn’t even remotely cross his mind as he swayed to and fro.

The woman was obviously too beautiful for her own good. Thankfully for Constantine he was a rather traditional gentleman so he had no intentions of courting yet another maiden, but that didn’t stop him from admiring the merchandise as it were. Up close she was almost flawless, a product of superb genetics and good bodily care. It almost made him wonder why she decided that drinking was a hobby that she should take up, but then he remembered that beautiful women tended to have rather self destructive hobbies so he mentally let the whole issue go.

He’d let off a chuckle at the woman’s response, his eyes panning the parlor and was immediately not impressed with lack of tolerance among the patrons. “This is why I avoided higher education. Everyone wants to have the big boy drinks but none of them has a big boy liver”. Waving the bartender over, he’d notice that aside from the slight dusting of red on her cheeks, the woman looked sober for the most part. A clear contrast to his swaying form but he also knew he was nowhere near blackout levels. The visit to Odin’s the previous night had completely revamped his tolerance to alcohol and thus he was merely buzzed. Now that he thought about it, he should probably learn drunken boxing with how much he consumed. He could probably become proficient in it.

The woman commented on him inviting himself into her presence which he technically did, but he felt little to no remorse. Solitude was for the lonely, or something like that. He was actually too drunk to remember all of those old proverbs. Rolling his head like it was a ball towards her direction, he would give her the loopiest of grins before letting off a hiccup of beer and humor. “Home is where the house is, and my house is empty”.

He was now not making any sort of sense as he bartender approached, pen and pad already out to take down their orders. Teiho would slide himself so that he was facing forward and towards the woman, adopting a prim and proper posture that was a stark contrast to his previously lackadaisical and laid back position. Silly grin still on his face however, he’d eye the woman as she finished her cup and let off an even larger predatory smile. This woman wanted to drink hm? “Let’s start off with a couple of rounds of your finest before we move on to the harder drinks. I need something to bring me down so I can properly enjoy the company I happened to stumble across”.

The waiter would nod and walk away with his order as Teiho struggled to ignore the stray droplet of liquid that disappeared into Alisa’s bosom. The woman’s name was definitely foreign for Fiore so at least she matched her appearance. Easing up on the grin and returning her look with a more sedated smile he would reply with a simple, “Teiho. Pleasure’s mine. I hope you don’t mind me getting us a few more drinks. It’s not often I find a woman who can hold her drink. I think I may be a bit selfish and ask if you’d allow me to join you for just a bit longer”. His entire demeanor seemed to give an entire one eighty in how he acted and talked to the woman. It wasn’t as if he had become serious, but definitely far less goofy than his previously heavily intoxicated self had acted.

...Kurdran had noticed a certain pattern at this point about his visit to the festival. He felt like every day he ended up drinking himself to the ground, getting hurt so badly that he fainted, or outright fallen asleep from anger and alcohol induced stupor. And it all for sure was for one reason and one reason only. Alcohol was cheap here. He could afford drinking a lot, and with the tarot card reading still haunting his mind, it was enough of an encouragement to drink some more.

Admittedly, the stuff in Orchidea had been pretty much dishwater in quality compared to the things he had drank in the bars of oak. Heck, there was a stall FROM Oak, that sold the beer, so it was not like he was having some kind of nostalgic hate burning inside of him or anything. It was all true! It honestly had his hair standing on end. How could more orchidean water make him feel better and ignore the looming threat at home when even the better drink had not knocked him out hard enough?

He sighed... That fricking prediction had made him literally think too much on things. Atleast when he was with Lilja, He had someone to pat the bad feeling away and drown him in beer... he pulled on his striped kimono, which was sitting over his shoulder, in annoyance, as he suddenly stopped, like he had an epiphany!

Perhaps that was it! He just needed proper drinking company again! Like that swearing almost-a-dwarf-herself brunette from the other day! Sadly, he didn`t exactly know where she had gone after he got the daylights punched out of him... He scratched his belly. Wonder who the heck had punched him? the guy had to have some guts indeed. He had to just hope Fia had gotten SOME kind of revenge on the guy for doing it to her dear drinking pal...

“This is why I avoided higher education. Everyone wants to have the big boy drinks but none of them has a big boy liver.”

"Hm?" He heard somebody ranting about people not being able to keep their drinks in themselves. He walked backwards a bit, and looked into the bar he had walked past in his thoughts. "...Pfeh. Well, may as well." There seemed to be atleast someone in the mood for some rough drinking... Hopefully the dude was open to having some company and listening to some rants. He pulled his dark blue pants up tiny bit, and proceeded to enter the place.

As he walked in, the guy and the gal at one side of the bar immediately caught his eye. Mostly because the boy was chocolate brown and had similar hairstyle to his. Though positively for Kurdrans pride...

Kurdrans was clearly taller!

The duo was clearly ordering some drinks, as they had this waiter jotting down notes. It seemed like the guy was trying to charm the clearly beautiful boobie lady, with these silly movements of his head, like that of a rooster. He chuckled. It was quite a sight, that`s for sure. Before the waiter walked away, Kurdran pulled on his fancy shirt, getting a bit of a nasty look from the guy. "One of the same thing as those two lovebirds. I`ll pay for mine though, hehe!" The waiter would strut away freed from the dwarves short grab.

However, the dwarf himself strutted towards one of the tables quite quickly, lifted a chair from it, and carried it over, placing it rather loudly right next to the fellow mohawk wearer. "Heard you were looking for a guy with a gut for drinks!" he looked at the guy with a wide and hairy smile, as he threw his kimono on the chair, and hopped on it. "With the drinks like they are here, I should be able to provide one, hehe! Once drank a dwarven princess under the table after all!" Self proclaimed princess, by him himself, but the proud taunt did it`s job.

"Also, pleasure to meet ye too! Kurdran, Kurdran Briggs!" He stretched his hand over the table uncouthly, almost laying on it, waiting for the lady to shake it.

Quick note, Teiho technically has twists now IC but I’ll let it slide since the hair comparisons could eventually lead to some funny jokes so it’s w.e.

Well it seemed they had a party!

The sound of one of the wooden chairs smacking against the tiled floor almost startled Teiho as he drunkenly peered over the high wood of the table to see what could’ve caused such a racket. He was well awarded for his query only moments later as the form of a Dwarf appeared in the seat, the smart man barely stood taller than his adopted son Quami, but his hair. His hair was definitely top notch quality. The short man definitely took good care of his hair, the spiky gelled follicles stood proudly atop his rough and haggard dome. His hair recieved more life and care than his face did, but then once again, he was a dwarf. That’s just what they did.

Drunkenly flaring up his own mohawk in silent protest to the man’s appearance, he knew for a fact that his own hairstyle was quite fabulous in how tall, proud and full it was. His beautifully taken care of ash white hair stood without issue in defiance to the man’s more forced brutality. It almost made Teiho want to make a quick quip at the mans expense, but he had offered company and conversation, so Teiho would stay his tongue until both were at least as drunk as he was.

Returning his attention back to Alisa after the man introduced himself as Kurdan, he’d let off a boisterous laugh at her previous statement on the whisky. The laughter was at least a minute late in reality, but as they sat there introducing themselves, the current situation in the bar only devolved further proving both of their points. “It seems as if these pups couldn’t hold a glass of water, let alone a man’s drink. Where do they find these children that think they can handle a heavy concoction?”

It was amazing how little he slurred when he spoke considering how much he had been drinking ever since he arrived. Though he would admit, most of the lagers here outside of the honey mead he had consumed at Odin’s bar tasted like pig swill. He’d regard Kurdan once more before pulling from his own personal stash, having refilled it from the other day with more of Iceberg’s Blue Fire, “So aside from the festival, what’s a Dwarf doing in Fiore. You folk rarely leave the mountains these days. Don’t tell me you lot are running out of ale? That’d be a shame really. Best brewmasters were always Dwarven”.

Kurdran could feel the full pressure of both of the "fellow alcoholics" staring at him all sorts of intrigued. So much so, that the lady seemed to completely ignore his extended offer for handshake. Well, technically these two had been seemingly drinking for a while now, both of them having this jolly bright blush like that of a pigskin going already. At this point, going overtly official was propably pointless. He proceeded to just pull himself back on his seat, with his feet dangling off the edge, and his toes scraping against the floor. "Kind of sad to be a latecomer though... Might not be an exactly balanced drinking session!" He said boastfully. These people should know it was all in good fun. Besides, he did have kind of a point.

As he turned to look towards "Teiho" (he heard his name in passing as he had walked to grab the chair), The guy suddenly started laughing. "whatcha laughing at?" Since attention had been on him for a while, Kurdran thought he was laughing at him in some form... However, hearing the true reason, he couldn`t help but laugh loudly with him. "Oh believe ye me, I know where! Right here from orchidea!" He pressed his index finger against the table. "Compared to Oaken drinks, orchidean stuff may as well be dishwater!"

A strong opinion again, but all true in his head. "wonder if it`s cause they make it from just flowers and fruits..."

Seemingly, the lady was ready to start the drinking, as she outright encouraged them to "pick their poison". Kurdran felt pretty enthusiastic himself. "Eh, no alcoholic drink is THAT bad. Atleast the ones I`ve chugged." He had never drank this "Sake", she was speaking about after all. He scrubbed his mohawk a little bit in thought. "I did order what that guy was having from that waiter you guys had here, but..." If this truly was a "somewhat romantic" thing between them, the drink must be lousy.

"I think I`ll take something proper and weighty on the side! A big ol`beer in a big mug! A BEAR toppler!" That is how he liked his drinks after all. Relatively simple in how they worked, but formidable to take down. The bear toppler was just that: A huge mug of dark brown liquid with a huge soft cushion of bubbles on top. He motioned his arms in the air just like a bear preparing to slam its paw on the table, with a big grin. "Some say that drink has really toppled a bear once. Though I doubt any of us would lose to one, right?" He tapped his belly. there was clearly enough space for multiple drinks of that caliber.

The next question aimed in his direction came from Teiho himself, as he pulled out his own little bottle of something, which had Kurdran all sorts of curious. Kurdran proceeded to give him a bit of a mean look though, when he dared to even imply that dwarves are running out of alcohol. "Look, if that happened, the whole of dwarven race propably wouldn`t even exist anymore!" This semi serious sounding sentence was ironically followed by him just chuckling to himself. "Though can`t blame ye I guess. Most of us ain`t exactly social like that..." Heck, his own family pretty much just wandered from node to node by themselves... He almost didn`t even remember the last time he had visited a dwarven city.

"I miself am here cause of this crazy guy from Baska. Told me how good and attention grabbing I looked, So he pushed this thing on me." He tapped his Kimono, which he was sitting on. It was a tiny bit dirty. "Didn`t seem to take note of our big waistline though... It`s annoyingly tight to wear when I try to drink or eat. Feels like I am stuffed in a sausage while wearing it." Kurdrans head went to its side, As the mohawk followed the motion like a huge brush. "But eh. Its literally just me walking about being meself. So why am I complaining, right?" He lifted his arms as he shrugged.

However, he proceeded to lean forward on the table again, as she looked at the lady and her tankers... Honestly, with his posture, they were a bit in the way of him looking the girl straight in the eyes. "So, ye just gonna follow me lead, or ye gonna take something fancier?" She looked like the kind of girl who would enjoy a simple romantic glass of wine. "You guys have started already, So I can just catch-up with a bigger drink, if that even matters." Fair offer in his mind. It would be more fun, if they all stayed in the competition for same amount of time after all.