Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time! (Social/Open)

"Damn you! Get your ass over here and actually pay for that drink!" one of the barkeepers shouted in Marschal's general direction.

Marschal had managed to slip a few "jewels" as currency to pay off the drinks he had been purchasing while at the bar. Unfortunately, those "jewels" were really just illusions of the eye, simple mind tricks a magic-less magician could do. They were merely slips of paper designed to fool the naked eye into believing it was what the person had wanted it to be. Sadly, Marschal had managed to get himself caught, and he was forced to return to the counter to pay off his debt. So, he would reach into the pocket of his jeans and pull out a hundred jewels to pay for what he had been able to get away with. Then he would plop down in a seat next to Sol and lean back against the edge of the bar's counter, elbows resting on the top.

His ears would be perked forward, listening to Sol talking to himself, being celebratory toward something called a basilisk. Marschy would cock his head in the general direction of the dark mage, and take a long sip from his sex on the beach.

"Aye, I'm already *hic* stupid drunk," Marschal would loll out, rolling his head, so that he could fully look at Sol. "Ey! So, what brings you here, mah man?" His words were slightly slurred, but generally speaking, the mage could speak naturally.

Marschal's ears flicked forward the suggestion of drugs, and, quite honestly, that sounded like a hell of a lot of fun. A sly grin appeared across the legal mages face, and he gave a slow nod to the poison dragon slayer. "I could go for a bit of mischief; I've been pretty bored over in my guild for a while now, and jobs get so tedious," he answered. His head slung backward as he looked away from Sol, and stared up at the ceiling, which had subsequently turned into two for him. Narrowing his eyes, the drunk mage would try to concentrate on his surroundings, but eventually decided against it. After a few more seconds of silence, he would lift his head back up and he slowly rose to his feet, stumbling a bit. He'd clear his throat and look down at Sol now, cocking an eyebrow before speaking, "got any ideas on where to get some?"