catchall mollymauk

[alteracion]

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[headmt]

The Apex? That’s an excellent name.

[Taking it. Spinning!]

The Mighty Nein. A complete mess, but I suppose they’re lovable in their own way. There’s Jester, and I think her name tells you most of what you need to know. Fjord, an upstanding citizen who kindly tolerates me as a roommate most nights. That’s a chore and a half. Caleb, the wizard. Interesting fellow. Likes a good book, can’t look me in the eye much. Nott, his mother. And of course, the charm: my darling Yasha. A finer barbarian and friend I have never known.

. . . Then Beauregard. Who is here. You may have met her? Lean, mean, fighting machine.

[alteracion]

Thanks. I got it from a book.

[ why does she sound so proud of that. anyway, she listens to the rest, but perks up a but when he talks about Beau: ]

I have. She's got excellent taste in shoes.

[ hating heels isn't great taste in shoes, grace. ]

[headmt]

[Grace,]

No she doesn’t.

[Impulse Mean. Then again, Molly has terrible taste in shoes. He’s out here in fantasy thigh highs. Like those are fucking practical.]

But I’ll agree she’s excellent in other ways.

[alteracion]

[ molly, ]

Is this the kind of agree you'd say to her face, or is this a secret agreement?

[headmt]

[He


Has to consider this. Eventually he sighs.]

I think I have to say it to her face now. At least once. I’m in a bit of debt to her at the moment.

[alteracion]

In debt? How come?

[ she's intrigued. tell her the deets ]

[headmt]

All my secrets? And we’ve only just met.

[Teasing. Fidget spinning.]

[alteracion]

Juuust this one. And I promise I won't tell anyone.

[ :3? ]

[headmt]

Want to play a game for it? You win, and I’ll tell you. I win, and you tell me why you’re here.

[alteracion]

[ there's a beat as she thinks it over, but: ]

Sure, why not? What's the game?

[headmt]

[Molly voice: 52 card pick up /throws his tarot deck

No. He looks around, humming for a second while he thinks it over.]

Ah. Chugging contest.

[He finds two glasses, putting them on the bartop and uncaps a bottle of something . . . probably way too strong for this. Filling each one up almost to the brim.]

[alteracion]

[ she stares at the drink for a long time before looking back at molly ]

Won't you be too drunk to answer my question if you pick this one?

[headmt]

Coward.

[Coward.]

1/2

[alteracion]

[ looks at him ]

2/3 i lied

[alteracion]

[ takes the drink and dumps it on his head ]

[alteracion]

Okay, now I'm ready.

[headmt]

[ That’s valid. He’s laughing like crazy. This barely seems to bother him, aside from having to shake his head like a dog to get the worst of it out. It jingles alot when he does that because of all the jewelry. Like a fucking clown.]

That’s a forfeit.

[alteracion]

[ honestly it probably sends some all over her but she just leans away ]

Hmm, nope, contest hadn't started. Didn't count!

[headmt]

[Scoffing, but he takes the empty glass and the incredibly full one and splits them. Half the original amount in each.]

Better? That way I’m drunk enough to want to answer the question, but not so drunk I lose the track of it.

[alteracion]

Hm, I suppose it'll do. [ like she is doing him a big favor? ]

[headmt]

[Great! Handing her glass over. Then raising his in a cheers gesture.]

Bottoms up! On three.

[Three . . . two . . . please roll a D20 for me.]

[alteracion]

[ molly got a sixteen, and i will let you roll for grace for fairness?? she will do great at chugging and terribly at holding the alcohol so does it truly matter. she has not participated in underage drinking that much, oops?

but she doesn't show it and can chug like a champ because she's probably tasted a lot worse ]

[headmt]

[ grace got

a fucking 19

so.

Molly does pretty great until right at the end, when he chokes on a bit and ends up coughing on it, teeth clicking against the glass.]

Fuck— [hack] Gods dammit—- Shit! Did you win?

[alteracion]

[ I AM IN TEARS

grace finished drinking with a rather dramatic gasp, but she is grinning so smugly as she shows off her empty glass ]

I always do. [ s m u g ] I believe you owe me something, now.

[ she's leaning her chin on her hand to look MORE smug. not because she knows the second she gets up she may die, obviously. ]

[headmt]

[Holding up a hand in a “give me a second” gesture because

he sort of makes a motion like he might

oh

Okay it seems to pass.]

Oh that feels terrible. That’s really bad.

[His irish accent seems much thicker now. how does he even have that. isn’t he a fantasy. Oh well.]

Honestly, glad you stopped us from doing the other one. Might have died again.