*I pick up the next bottle, but the whole thing is shaking, not very stable.*

"This one will try another."

*I drink it, gag, parway through, but I do finish the bottle.*

"How many was that?" I ask, looking as if I'm already drunk. "Oh well, Khariah shall have another." 

*I chug the bottle down, and look up, my head spinning, but making sure that i don't show it.*

*I drink another bottle* "This one's still okay," said Ko'Do'Kar, "Mi'sod, you are next."

"This one wil, gooooooo as long as this one wants!"

*He picks up the bottle and it slides out of his hand, hitting the floor, it didn't break so he picked it up again and tries to drink it, he misses his mouth and collapses.*

"Mi'sod! Is this one ok?!" I say, kind of panicked.

"Ask this one's pet troll beside you"

*Super drunk hallucinating.*

*I look at you, confused, but slightly drunk myself* "Ko'Do'Kar, we need to get him to an inn. Then, we can get him a bed."

"All right, let's go!" exclaimed Ko'Do'Kar, trying to pick up Mi'sod, but was too weak, "Kharia, help this one!"

"Why is the room spinning?"

*I look at my paw and look really surprised.*

"Khariah cannot find a handhold!" 

*I grab Mi'sod's arm* 

"Alright, let's go!"

*We take him over to the nearest inn*

The next morning

*How drunk was this one?*

"Very drunk. You told me to ask your pet troll beside me if you were ok. It was funny!"

"This one does not own a troll, hidious creatures."

"Khariah knows, but it was the funniest thing Khariah's heard anyone say while drunk. You also hurt yourself, but that was not funny to Khariah. It wasn't much, just a cut, but it's deep."