Needless to say, Erebus wasn’t the type to take his vengeance on those he deemed undeserving. He was a stark contrast to the infamous description the world plastered over his enigma. He is after everything else, just a traveller who has a bad reputation for stealing and peddling the underworld.
Erebus watches Quilla in her drunken state, throwing herself over the table to reach for a paddle, as she whizzes the ball over the table it bounces behind Erebus who gives her a look of worry, “Oh man,” inhaling off a pipe and stretching his arm to obtain a ball, the rogue answers her with a similar tone of upbeat competitive energy— although an air of arrogance laced within his words and a chuckle escapes his lips. “This is called Beer Pong actually. The profane sister of Ping Pong... And today you shall know defeat by way of liver disease.” missing the first cup in a pyramid shape.
The second ball he threw for his turn struck true, meaning Quilla had to down it completely. “Now drink up.” Erebus of course, takes his leave to approach Odin and grab a drink of next concoction before anything else. Throwing it back to the stomach, he smiles with delight. The same, destructive luster was in eyes. He could feel the euphoria, and the more he took in. The more open he would be to his guild mates... Assuming he didn’t fall before them in this drinking game.