Fancy a Drink or Ten?

A song played relatively loud over the jukebox.  The sound was diffused through the cavernous tavern of the Guild Hall.  Baal sat at the bar with a pint of drink in his left hand.  The taste of the drink was like ambrosia to the lips.  Sweet and succulent while refreshing and crisp at the same time.  

While the drinks here in this realm were quite complicated and intense, they still don't holda  candle to the drinks that are native to his homeland.  It's been so long since he stepped foot upon his homeland.  He misses home and his family, but he has taken a liking to some things on this realm.  The drink, for instance is one of the many things he's grown fond of upon being trapped on this realm.  Books are another thing here he has grown fond of.  They ranged from informative to being there simply for enjoyment.  

There was one thing that he had also taken a firm liking to recently as well.  Well, this thing is actually a person.  His cheeks and ear tips started to turn a faint shade of red for a moment just thinking about her.  Out of reflex, Baal cleared his throat and shook his head to regain his composure.  In response to this, he pressed the cool glass pint up to his lips and took a drink.  The song on the jukebox ended, only for the same song to play again.  It felt like that was the only track on the jukebox.  

Taking the drink from his lips, he took a sigh outward before placing the pint on the bartop.

His attention was pulled back to reality, instead of the bottom of his pint, to turn his head to his left.  The first thing he noticed was the long purple hair of the goddess secretary of the Hydra.  Baal's heart-rate elevates spontaneously and his eyes began to wander at the short human that sat next to him.  Baal cleared his throat and regained his composure and nodded his head towards the purple haired goddess.  "Hello, Madam Secretary.  Interesting seeing you here," he said before turning his head back towards the bar and taking a drink from his glass.

The drink he downed was the last sip of the brew before putting the glass back upon the bartop.  "Taking a break from the paperwork?  Well, what would you like to drink?  I've personally come to enjoy the Spring Mead," he said inputting his own opinions on good drinks at the bar.  Perhaps Madam secretary was more of a fan of the sugary drinks?  Well, Baal doesn't really know because this might actually be the first time he has seen her sitting at the bar.  Then again, he is also relatively new to the guild.

Baal's eyes turned towards her as he motioned for a refill on his drink.  She is still wearing that really small kimono.  The more he sees her the more he can't take his eyes off of her.  She kind of reminds Baal of some of the beautiful women from where he came from.  Perhaps that is the reason he is attracted to her like a moth is to a flame.  Now whether he gets burnt from getting to close is to be seen.  

A new drink was set down in front of him before taking a firm grasp of the glass.  The drink was cold with a lot of head at the top of the glass.  This time, he wasn't going to drink a mead, but something darker and thicker.  Something that'll make any normal man full from the drink.  A black ale.  Just the very scent of the alcohol was alluring.  It's strong scent was enough to put hair on anyone's chest.  

His eyes wondered once more only to see her thigh well-exposed.  This caused Baal to look away for a brief moment and cleared his throat.  "It's good to see you out here, Madam.  I would go crazy if I was stuck in an office; tortured by paper and words all day long."  Perhaps this was his way of saying that he liked seeing her?  Perhaps...  

"Tyriel it is then," he said in response to what she wanted to be called.  He sat upon his barstool, listening intently to what Tyriel had to say.  So it's the part of getting organized and re-organized, and remaining organized is what is the most difficult part of her job.  Well, Baal could sympathize with that.  One of his many jobs in the many years before he joined the guild was as a librarian.  He had to get used to the method of book organization that the people of this planet used.  It took him forever to figure it out and he still doesn't like that much.

"Well, if you need help with any of that, feel free to ask me.  I'm either here, my quarters, or in the training hall," he said with a bit of a chuckle.  Though, upon saying that out loud, he felt kinda pitiful.  The woman's shooter was emptied faster than it arrived.  This caused the Mystic to raise a brow, more intrigued about this human named Tyriel.  Something about what Baal just saw betrayed his original thoughts about her.  The moment she asked for what he was having, Baal curled his lip in a grin.  

He turned his head towards the bartender and requested the drink he was having for the lady.  "You sure you can handle this drink?  It's really heavy," he said as he set picked up the drink and held it out in front of him.  He turned a bit in his seat to evenly face Tyriel.  The drink is very similar to Guiness.  But the glass came to her anyway as he held his glass up towards her for a moment.  


A large grin came across Baal's face as the woman made the challenge to Baal.  Of course, Baal was going to be very cocky about this one.  While, normally, he's rather calculating and thinking through his actions, his confidence is butting in the way of his intelligence.  His confidence stems from his larger frame, experience at drinking, and simply having a higher tolerance than most people.  However, he made a slight error of not being completely empty before accepting this challenge.  

"May be best drinker win," Baal said grasping his pint, waiting to tap pints with her.  Whether she does so or not, Baal began to drink his pint of black ale.  

Baal might have had a slight head-start on that drink.  But at this point, nobody was probably paying much attention.  After draining his drink down his throat, he slammed his glass down only to wait on Tyriel to finish her glass.  He grabbed a napkin for the two of them, placing Tyr's on the bartop in front of her.  After she finished her drink, Baal let out a burp.  The drink was extra-filling, so maybe slamming down that ale was probably a bad idea.  Baal started to get a bit tipsy as his inhibitions began to melt away.

Tyriel declared defeat this round and turned around, almost forcing Baal's eyes to wander once again.  Alcohol was the best way to loosen lips, after all.  "You're shirt's, like, wide open.  I can almost see your boobs, heh," Baal said with a little chuckle.   "No, no, no.  It was a good show.  But since ya lost," Baal said before he snapped back to the bartender.  "Hey!  Um..  Substitute barkeep," he said before letting out a laugh.  "Six shots of that," he said before a pause.  "Tequila drink." 

Unfortunately, Baal's sense of judgment wasn't working properly.  His normal self would see this as him making a grave mistake.  He ordered 3 shots of tequila for each of them.  The whole objective for this next 'race' would be.  "So I ordered us 3 shots each," he said as if, on queue, the shots of tequila appeared on the bar before them.  3 shots for Tyriel and 3 shots for Baal.  

"So, we take our 3 shots and down them.  First to drink all three and keep it down wins, alright?  You ready for that one?" he said.  If they weren't drunk now, they will be.  "You ready for this?" he said as he picked up the first shot and raised it into the air.  "Oh, before we begin.  What do we wager for the winner of this one?" he asked for a moment.  "I'll let you decide this time.  Or did you decide last time, I don't remember."

And go! Before the proper time to go and start the race, the purple-haired mistress downed all three shots before Baal had the ability to go. He watched Tyriel down all three shots at once. Baal's jaw dropped to the ground as he saw how quickly she downed all three shots. Finding his place again, he slams down the three shots of tequila. Baal's eyes closed half-way as his cheeks puffed a bit. The drink wasn't settling too well. "Oh godshhh.. I shhhouldn't haff orderrrrd tek eel uh," Baal said as he didn't take the quick shots of Tequila too well.

"My turn? Ehhh. I don't care. But um," Baal said as he looked back towards the bartender and held up a finger. "Hey, duuude," he said holding the word out. "Bring us a strong mixed drink. Fffffor fun. Uh... um.. A shot of 151 for each of ussthh," he said as he wobbled a bit.

Baal looked back at Tyr for a moment with a goofy grin on his face. "Anyone ever tell you that you're like, the prettiest thing on this planet? I mean, I've seen a lot of women these last 100 years, but you're probably the best one of them all," Baal said with a thick drawl. "Oh, right, I have to come up with my rewards for winning this one huh? Well, how about when we sober up, you tell me a little bit about yourself, huh?" he said as the drinks came around.

"Well, let's not play a game with this one. Let's just down this shot, eh?" he said as he looked at the shot of 151 that was placed in front of him. He takes the glass shot and holds it out for Tyr to tap his shot glass.

Laughing a bit, he tapped her glass and took the shot down his throat.  It burnt from the tip of his tongue all the way down to his stomach.  He felt the path that the fire traveled, being more well acquainted with his insides from drinking 151 than any medical journal could.  He'll definitely feel that later.  Shaking his head and breathing out, he turned his eyes towards Tyriel for a moment with a pleasant smile upon his face.  Yup, he's drunk.

As she went to stand, however, she began to stumble.  While he could save her valiantly with his Mystic Hands, it would have more impact if he did it himself.  Even though he's drunk, he seemed to still have SOME wit and control over his actions.  He planted his feet firmly upon the ground and took a knee as if to catch her in his arms.  He did this so she would fall into him and for him to block her fall instead of her falling flat upon the floor; hopefully saving her ankles in the process.  Their faces were really close to one another, having caught her as if the two were in an embrace.  

The feeling of her chest against his was divine.  Most perverts would do anything to be in Baal's shoes.  Well, most men would anyway.  Cocking his head back to put a bit of space between the two, Baal smiled drunkenly at Tyriel.  "Hey, you alright?" he said with a slow drawl.   Upon realizing that the two were face to face while Baal was on his knees seemed like a strange situation.  He cleared his throat.  

"Hey, it's time to get you to bed, princess," he said with the strange drunken tone.  

That look on her face.  How could any sane man resist that look?  "Well, okay," he said as he grabbed a hold of her firmly and stood up, catching himself on the stool that he had previously occupied.  Clearing his throat, he placed his hand upon her rear to help him lift her up onto the barstool.  While it wasn't exactly his intent to grab her bottom, he also doesn't regret it.  After she was firmly placed upon the stool, he moved his arms to support her in the 'princess style' carry.  

Yes, he realized that this was the same way people on this planet brought their wives over the threshold, but he couldn't figure any other way to carry her at the moment due to the alcohol messing with his memory and motor-functions for the most part.  While holding Tyr, he looked down at her with a goofy smile on his face.  Well, he was drunk after-all.  They both were, so their goofy faces could be easily forgiven this time.  "So uh.  Where -is- your room anyway?" he asked as he started to move to one side only for his Mystic Hand to prevent him from going too far to one side.  He treated them like training-wheels.  

Baal stood there for a moment, looking absolutely lost.  He whipped his head from side to side trying to get his bearings.  He puffed out his cheeks a bit, passing air slowly through his mouth.  Yup, he was extremely lost.  "If I can't find your place, guess we're sleeping in my room then," he said simply.  He knew where his room was, having stumbled there several times in the past.

Finding himself up a flight of stairs, he had his Mystic Hands to thank for remaining up-right.  A little groan came out of the man as he found walking up stairs extremely exhausting when inebriated.  Carrying the goddess in his arms wasn't bad as she was very light, but the added push from the alcohol made climbing up the stairs ten-times more difficult.  Upon finding his way up to the top of the stairs where his and the majority of the others' rooms were, the stopped.

His eyes turned down to notice the woman he was carrying had fallen asleep.  This woman was just unbelievable cute like this.  It would be like a kitten sleeping if Baal wasn't absolutely mortified of cats.  Yes, let's not think of cats while Baal is thinking of putting her to bed.  While he did find this woman extremely attractive, he does have a sense of honor.  He isn't going to do those kind of things to her while she was asleep.  No no.  Only monsters would do that.

Turning his eyes away from her, he looked to where his room would normally be and gently levitated from the ground.  He figured that controlling himself this way would be much easier than relying on legs that could give out at any moment.  Leaning forward slightly, he propelled the two of them forward until he arrived to his room.  He stopped for a moment, feeling her heat going through his clothing (except for the leather part of his armor) coming from the woman he's carrying.  She slept soundly and extremely warm.

Opening the door with one of his Mystic Hands, he almost moved through it, carrying her through the threshold only to stop.  His heart began to beat rapidly as he knows what carrying a woman on this planet symbolizes.  He chanted to himself, "We're both single.  We're both single.  We're both single."  He had to get into his mind that he hasn't married this woman and that him carrying her like this was only a coincidence.  After a moment, he turned to the side and walked in with her feet first into the room.

Baal's room was relatively empty.  He had all the basic stuff in his room; his bed, a night-stand, a chair, and his bathroom.  Oh, that and the multitudes of barrels that took up most of the space in his room.  Gently closing the door behind him, leaving the door unlocked so if she does wake up, she doesn't feel trapped in here.  (That and it's kinda creepy to do).  Baal swung back and forth for a moment while he tried to lower Tyriel onto the bed.  Baal placed her upon her back on the bed.

As Baal was about to let go of this woman, he felt a small hand grasp at his. This caused Baal's eyes to open up widely and his heart started to thump rapidly in his chest. He looked stunned for a moment before turning his eyes down to look at her. Baal swallowed hard. Many thoughts ran through his head within a brief moment, but he couldn't resist the sweet words spoken by this drunken goddess.

Then again, his inhibitions have also been thrown out the window. He would do this sober, but he didn't know if she would be willing to. But this was far too much thought for being drunk with a beautiful woman on his bed. Clearing his throat, he directed one of his Mystic Hands to lock the door to the room. With that, he turned off the lights.