Well, midget certainly hit the mark. Fia even raised a brow at the dwarf's offended response, smirking ever so slightly as she did. Turned she could piss him off too, and that certainly made it easier to tolerate his own underestimating of the Barone girl. "Monkeybutt? Really?" Fia groaned, finding it more silly than anything. "I'd tell ya to think bigger, but that's kind of a tall order for ya, eh?" She quipped, further proving that Salem was indeed a terrible influence on her.
She didn't mind being able to trade verbal blows like this, however. Nor did she mind having such an enthusiastic drinking partner. He seemed initially offended by her rejection of the mix he'd made, before admitting that the fizzle didn't exactly mix well. "Tch, that's an understatement..." Fia groaned groggily, at least noting that the drink was hard enough. That alone would've at least been enough to get her through the rest of it, but it seemed Kurdran had another idea.
"Oi, oi, ya sure that'sh a good idea!?" A somewhat tipsy Fia blurted out as Kurdran had taken the mug, his brave declaration making it seem like he was gonna chug the whole thing down. Fia was almost impressed by his dedication!
But, he didn't follow through, that dead look in his eyes telling Fia all she needed to know about his attempt. They'd both tried to outdo each other, but ultimately, this hellish creation of theirs had beaten them with its horrendous mix. Fia nodded along at Kurd's agreement they get to the dwarven stuff. "Yeah, no more fuckin around... Lesh get to the good shtuff!" Fia drawled out loudly, keen to see what the dwarf had in store. Somewhere along the line, this had become more of a team challenge than a competition.
Fia tilted her head in confusion at first. "The fuck ish a blackrock?" She muttered, before Kurdran took it upon himself to explain the origin. A slightly intoxicated Fia watched with great intrigue at the story, like a kid listening to some epic childhood tale, and at the climax she was cheering herself, pumping a fist in the air. "AL-FUCKIN'-RIGHT! That ish what I'm talkin' about, the drink of heroesh, that'sh what I wanna drink! BRING IT THE FUCK ON!" Fia declared with all the vigor she had, feeling pumped and buzzed a the prospect of this drink.
Their drinks were prepared, the stuff looking as much like magma as it did alcohol. Fia couldn't help but stare in wonder, looking even more forward to the burning away of the previous taste that Kurdran promised. "This shit better be as good as yer makin' to be..." Fia muttered. As the drinks were finally in front of them, Kurdran declared ladies first, but Fia just scoffed loudly.
"Nah, nah, nah, we ain't playin' like that. Ya wanna prove yer hot shit, we downin' these at the shame time, shee who can take it the longest." Fia declared as she firmly grasped her own drink, steeling her nerves and preparing to down it alongside her dwarven competitor/compatriot in the alcoholic arts.