It's Party Time (Emillio/Closed)

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Song and dance filled the hall of a usually freezing cold mead hall. It wasn't usually this lively in a tavern but then again when your based in a village that stuck right smack dab in the center of a freezing cold mountain, things are bound to get a little cold. But the question was why it was so lively. Well why else? Becasue Aliel was there of course! Of course she had already drank what seemed to be a bound of mead bottles all by her lonesome. Of course she didn't party alone, who in their right mind would party by themselves? Not this alley cat thats for sure!

While she drank and danced and made life miserable for those wonderful bystanders, the girl was waiting. Waiting for what you might ask, well that would be a secret from the common folk. For those more into her... profession to say, would learn that she is currently 'jobless' and awaiting orders. Yup, nice and simple. Didn't need a who paragraph summary didn't it. Well its not like anyone would ask, one group in particular had the most unfortunate luck to be sapped into one of her drinking games and so far Ali had a new pair of pants, boots, and some strange thing that she thought resembled a knife. (It was actually the part of a belt that held up a pair of pants.)

"C'mon you shmmucksh... I will deshtroy you and alsh you own! Bwahaha!" The girl bellowed, swinging some random bottle of whisky around. Her maniac laughter echoed through the hall creating more echoed of both laughter and misery to follow. "You, yesh yooou. Give me that! No not that... THAT!" Ali went on, prodding on the so far horrible loser's earrings. They were just some nasty rings of bronze but the look on the guy's face made it all worth it. That and she was so drunk that she didn't even know why she was bargaining for that really. "No? Lesh dance then! I love dances, drinks all around!" That earned her quite a few drunken fools' cheers and even more guys throwing bottle both empty and full about. There was a small fight but it ended when a real big guy fell over onto them. Plenty of furniture was broken, that was for sure. Ali herself had grabbed a piece of broken chair and was throwing it upward like some idiot.

Some more laughter roared from her as she finished the bottle she held, giving the empty glass an odd look before tossing it halfway across the hall, making a brand new stain on the wall. "I need a drink! Driiink! Gimme..." She gargled, stealing another random bottle from a nearby table. There was a protest but they were silenced quickly enough when she used that same bottle to smash against his head. "Shaddap you, ish my drink. Hehehe - nooot. Here you go..." The guy was completely knocked unconscious, unaware of the girl's poking and prodding and accidental table drop onto his gut. Waving it off, the drunk went in search for another brew, finding one delightful offering by a cowering man hiding behind his table. So far it looked like bandits had ransacked the place and the bartender could only stand idly, wiping her counter with the occasionally 'Do not throw things in my tavern!' as a warning.
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[Emillio Railey Kross]

It's Party Time (No Blobs)

He felt like absolute rubbish. It was like a black hole was eating up his heart. Like a deep depression that just didn't want to go away. It didn't make him look sad. No, it just made him more dry. He was still the sarcastic jokester, but all kindness that would have been there was not. His jokes and antics were just down right mean and he could tell the Soul noticed it and worried about him. It wasn't that he didn't like the little bugger. But after seeing Wildfire fall, he wasn't ready to watch another loved companion die. He figured that it wouldn't hurt so much if he didn't get so close. 

And right now, he didn't need that type of feeling. It hurt and it was distracting. Why was he even attempting to look for Eli? Or this stupid "heir." The whole thing was stupid. So, to clear his mind, he decided to do a little bit of drinking. Something that he had learned from a very dear friend. He realized instantly that she was so dear to him (for lack of a better word) that if she died, his world would completely fall apart and there would be nothing left for him. But, she wasn't here, where anything could harm her, not to mention she could definitely take care of herself without his help. He decided to have a drink anyway. 

He quickly performed a small pick pocket move and made his way over to the tavern in the town he was in. This tavern just happened to be in the middle of a mountainous range, as he had made a pit stop to talk to a new friend. But that stuff could wait till after his drink. 

Pulling the fabric of his hooded cloak around himself to escape the cold and keeping his hood over his head and around his face, Emilio slipped quietly into the tavern. Not even attempting to make a noise. He knew he was a rowdy drunk when he was, but he wasn't planning on getting drunk. Just having a little bit to numb his mind and get rid of his growing sadness. But the moment he stepped in his eyes widened in surprise. He looked around at the room with his voice caught in his throat. But when he saw the source his eyes lightened in complete delight.

Keeping his hood over his face he slipped past her, careful to keep out of her line of sight. He knew exactly what would attract her attention to him and tried very hard not to rouse her excitement at him. He quietly stepped up to the table and spoke briefly to the bartender while asking for a drink. She gave it to him, noticeably aggravated. 

He sighed and took a swift swig of the bottle he had been given. He shivered as the burning sensation slipped down his throat. And he chuckled softly. So long. It had been so long. With that he tipped the bottle into his mouth and embraced the burn of the firewater. At the same time he could feel the numbing of the pain and the blurring of his thoughts. It was so bad and yet so good. The taste was so awful, but the reaction was so relaxing? Not the right word. Good. It was Good. He knew for a fact that he was a careful person. Even when he was drunk. And it took a lot of Alcohol to erase his senses completely. If you threatened him or tried to kill him while he was drunk, you would never get away with it. You might be dead by the end of the night. One bottle was not enough to knock him out. And he probably wouldn't be drunk until the end of the second bottle or the middle of the third.

He began to walk over to the corner of the tavern. On his way there he "accidentally" bumped himself into the overexcited drunk female and snatched the drink from the table. When he did that he began to continue his walk towards the corner of the room, knowing very well that he would never reach it. 

Over at the counter he heard the bartender groan as she experienced the young assassin's action. 

There was going to be a party tonight.

Character Name: Emillio Railey Kross | Tags: @aliel

Look on the bright  side, Your roughly [five] feet tall.

credit Delusional

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Bottles flew through the air, another competition was brewing up, and all the while Ali was snatching bottles off random peoples' tables when a recognizable friend came. Except that she didn't notice him which is why she didn't recognize him. She was far too be smashing another empty bottle against some random guy's head and stealing his drink to notice. If it weren't for her chest, Ali would have probably been in the middle of a bloody brawl by then. Thank her genes for that wonderful chest of hers...

She taking another swag of the nasty brew, completely immune to it's tastes when a group of her new 'fans' approached her. They looked to be refugees at worst but they were far too happy to be showing such dreary faces. They had brought her bottles, singing some folk song while others danced in merriment. The girl was hanging onto a rather big buff guy, swinging her drink about before dropping it onto the table. In her drunken stupor she swirled around to reach and grab her 'misplaced' drink. Only to find a rather fleshy object had bumped into her... "Hey! Whash where you're going ye twishhh..." Ending in a long slur rather than a sentence. But that body shape... where did she recognize that from..? Once more she turned toward the table, realizing her drink gone the woman literally just stood there for a few moments. The wiggly gears in her head beginning to spin until that light bulb went off.

"HEY!" Now realizing her drink had been swiped (not like she hadn't done that to the other patrons), Aliel gave chase. She reached him far before he had reached the shadows of the tavern, sidestepping around the 'stranger' to stand right in front of him. At least that's what people would expect to see when someone went storming off toward another drinker. Well... her reaction wasn't nearly so confrontational. A huge grin was on her face and arms reached out to embrace the figure. "Hey there shoogar~*. Now KISH me." She purred, putting some extra emphasis in there. It was Emily! There was absolutely no way she forget her ever loved drinking partner! Oh the fun they had when they were together... Hopefully he remembered that she liked to toy with him whenever they bumped into each other or else he'd get a very alcoholic surprise. Or maybe it wasn't such a surprise..?

Well it's not like she was gonna 'punish' him so horribly after their long, long... LOOONG separation. So before he really could or some drunk bumped them like those cliche stories, the girl fell to her knees. It was a moment before anyway realized she was silently laughing until she busted out laughing so hard that she had to grab her ribs from the pain. "Oh gods... my ribs..." The girl continued, coughing slightly as she got back to her feet. She cleared her throat, already sobering up some from that exertion. One hand aimed to pat at her dear friend, well his leg if anything. "How've ya been buddy? Didja miss me?"

[Ginger]

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