[EVENT] BOOZE! and Booty?

[VINCENT DE VIOLA]

While it was a joyous occasion, observing people drowning themselves with booze, something within the recesses of Boyd's mind something was saying talk more and drink less. But with his lips sealed and his fingers grasped around another shot, he was only tempted to guzzle down more. Draining the glass with ease and easing a smile onto his face, the warmth was starting set in, crawling across his skin so gently, a friendly visitor. He could tell he was becoming less and less coherent, he was approaching that drunk point. But he wouldn't submit without a fight, he was tough drinker afterall.

Taking a gander around he felt quite relaxed honestly, one man had already surrendered to drink, parading about loudly spitting out the most ridiculous ideas, well he probably wouldn't loose to that one. And the other, quite conservative man, wasn't something to worry about. Leaving him only with the single woman who seemed to be doing fairly well with her drinks. He wasn't quite sure if she was drunk, or being influenced at all, she was quite calm for the type he took her as. He could only imagine her spitting more lies and temptations at their faces.

Deceit did not weaken with alcohol, it actually became polished at times. But he shouldn't place judgement upon others. He dared finish off two more shots for the time being, he was matching it out with this dear lovely.

Summary : Drank Three Shots

[Crummonster]

LAST ROUND! Your words are slurring, you've been knocking down drinks like a pro! Well, some of you. Point is, most of you are flat drunk by now (and the thread is slowing) so this is the last round, although it was about to be anyways. Challenge 2 will only continue based on a vote of if you guys want it to continue! In your last post, in the summary, lemme know if you want to or not and I'll count your votes.

[Detective Shiro]

[cs=2][bg=eeeeee][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475px,true][atrb=cellspaing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true] Let's get the party started! Popping bottles in the ice...
[bg=eeeeee][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=padding,5px,true] Woo, Rear Admiral or no, this was great. Wow the world was always so much better when she was drunk! Yet as she looked around some people didn't really seem drunk. I mean there was that dancing fool Calico but he was obvious. Everyone else had played it cool keeping a minimum drink amount, especially that cowboy. He even took a moment to rest, perhaps he just had a weak constitution. Had she not been drunk herself she'd peer in for a closer look but she shrugged. This was a competition to see who could drink the most. Keeping sober was only good if you knew you could get more drinks down the hatch! Thus she slammed her hand on the bar table, the barkeep coming over. She slightly struggled to raise four fingers. Yep, down the hatch on the last round, might as well maintain her lead over everyone else. "WEEEEEEEEE!" she proclaimed before drinking those four drinks back-to-back, practically guzzling it down. "Oh gosh I feel like I could do anything at this point. Hehe, so who wants to come back to my place for mooore good times?" Crazy Dr. M, keep this woman off the booze. Summary: 4 Shots, go out like a pro or go home! I'm up for the second event but let's do it on a weekend where we can knock posts out?	[bg=eeeeee][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style,text-align:justify;][atrb=padding,5px,true] TAG(S) Booze, Drunk, Good times! WORD COUNT N/A MUSIC Like a G6 NOTES stole this from Aaron on BnB who stole this from Greg(unknown origin)
[cs=2][bg=eeeeee][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,475px,true][atrb=cellspaing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true] Like a blizzard~ Can't outdrink me soldier!

[Crummonster]

Smileey Wasn't able to down her fourth shot. Rather, she passed out immediately, safely falling to the ground in a slow, dizzy motion.

[VINCENT DE VIOLA]

Dominic wrapped his fingers around one more of the glasses decorating the table, rocking his chair back and forth as he gazed deeply into the liquid contained, capturing his reflection, however distorted, within. Lingering thoughts passing through his minuscule mind, none of great importance, and his thoughts all varied finely. He was only now observing what he appeared like in the show of crowds, needless to say, alcohol wasn't the best mirror. And he had be so eager to see what he looked like drunk, if he was drunk that is.

He didn't feel all to unique, for some reason his powers of perception had yet to dull, and his mind wasn't very wavering. (The subject jumping was nothing new) The only thing that even made him seem even slightly drunk was the red hue of his face, something he could not spot, and his ear splitting grin, and those momentary giggles. Most words spoken around him made him slightly giggle, but wasn't that meant to be the side-effect of a lack of rest? Was it possible he was unable to get drunk, or maybe his form of "drunk" was one of those blander ones. Either one would piss him off greatly.

If praying for the ability to be drunk didn't seem so wrong, he'd probably be on his knees just about now, but he was not about to just pray to god to help him into sin. He could scarcely imagine getting a comply. So rather than loom over the matter of getting drunk, he took another shot, his smile had fallen to a weak frown of some sorts, no good there. After the first shot he returned with a sort of smug grin, so he took another, returning with a more giddy grin, and while the giggling was a little more consistent, he wouldn't blame himself if the giggling was a subconscious reaction to his wishes.

Nobody would know until later, grabbing one more shot and draining it. And yet still feeling quite indifferent, beyond that mild happiness seeping from his pores. His hands also seemed a tad less than controlled as the glasses jumbled onto the table, he payed no notice to it though. Rather watching the rest, jealous to a point, of not being such a silly child himself.

SUMMARY : drank three shots

[Arni Baldr]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][bg=ffffff][atrb=style, background: url(http://i54.tinypic.com/25gqiyu.jpg);] Cry, 'Havoc!' and let slip the dogs of war. Let's end this thing. The sweet smell of booze and cigars filled the air. This contest was finally drawing to a close, and while Arni wouldn't pull ahead and come out on top. However, he could take an advantage in the next portion and go on to win it all. He looked around him to see that his opponents were dropping like flies. The female marine was only able to take down three more shots, before she fell from her stool with a thud. It was a good thing she was wasted, otherwise it would have hurt like a real bitch. The other man seemed to pretty far gone as well. He was red in the face, and had this creepy grin from ear to ear. He even had this annoying giggle thing going. Arni, on the other hand, was pretty normal. He was a bit tipsy, and a little red in the face, but it wasn't something he couldn't handle. He could definitely handle a few more drinks, but it wouldn't hurt to sober up a bit more now. The old barkeep approached him, with the bottle of liquor in had. "Barkeep, there will be none for this round either." He waved his hand to shoo the man away. He may not have drank the most, but at least he wasn't passed out like a bum. TAGS: OOC: Resting Period. Yes to another challenge. WORD COUNT: 223 NOTES: BGM:

[Crummonster]

Kaitto Fainted! oh no ash whited out.

Wesley refused because he's a lightweight, and Brook teleported away, and the drinking contest has ended, with the following scores:

• Smiley: 31 Points, taking an amazing lead.
  5000 Berries
  +1 Notoriety
  
  
• Kaitto- 28 Points, so close!
  4500 Berries
  
  
• Brook- 19 Points
  2500 Berries
  
  
• Wesley- 8 Points
  2000 Berries