Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150404232940/@comment-5583506-20150406181715

(Eilo, we require your attention at FA to know which area you will be focusing on. :))

After eight... maybe nine flagons more Rashka's head was spinning good. He gave out a pleasant burp and slammed the empty container into the table surface, calling for Talen to give him more.

The Argonian wasn't as amused as the Khajiit though. "You have had enough, Rashka. Why don't you sleep it off?"

"Alone?!" exclaimed the Khajiit incoherently. "Nah, this one is good. Just... just bring Khajiit some Argonian Bloodwine and perhaps a bottle of Alto wine and Rashka will be good, yes?"

"Rashka, you are drunk. Besides, I know that you hate Alto wine."

"You don't know Khajiit", he mumbled. "But you might want to get to know this one? Have Rashka told you about... about the time he bedded women from all the three races of Mer at once?"

Talen sighed. "Now is not the time for your filth, Rashka. Go to bed."

"Your loss", replied the Khajiit and stumbled to his feet, slightly tripping but regaining balance by leaning against the wall.

The Argonian lifted Rashka onto his shoulder with one strong lift, seeing as the Khajiit was in no state to make it to the rooms on the second floor.

Rashka snickered obscenely. "Careful, Talen. You might harm Rashka's good stuff."

"Really? I never thought there was any good in you?"