Name: Alana Devlin
Tagging: Franz, Fiona (Open for interaction)
With her head tilted back ingesting the alcohol from the stein, Alana glanced around the room noticing that the man who had sent over the alcohol had already taken his leave of the establishment. That was a relief. When she had decided not to approach him before drinking the hearty ale from the container, he probably released any expectations he might have had for the night regarding Alana. Then, she noticed that the bartender was returning to where she sat with another mug in his hand. The young woman finished off the alcohol that was left before slamming the mug down onto the counter. Alana could feel the foam which clung on to her face to form a mustache. Before getting a chance to remove the eyesore, she was approached by someone behind the counter. With only a light chuckle, the bartender left the mug directly in front of the young woman while giving a slight nod in the direction of the man who had sent over the drink. Embarrassed, the young woman hurriedly used her forearm to clean the mess on her face. She glared at the bartender grumbling something along the lines of “don’t you have something better to do?!”
After grabbing the empty container from the last drink, the obviously human man retreated behind the counter to tend to the other patrons of the bar still smiling from the encounter. Alana allowed her gaze to wander over to the stranger who had bought her second serving of alcohol while an exasperated sigh escaped her light colored, thin lips. The person whom her eyes met was obviously not human… At least, he was not completely human. ‘A giganto and a human? That is an interesting combination,’ the young woman declared internally while contemplating how such relations would even comfortably work. She shook her head from side-to-side allowing the images to escape her thought processes for at least the time being (preferably, forever).
Returning her gaze to his, Alana stared at him carefully for a prolonged amount of time. “I wonder if I can out drink someone of giganto heritage…,” the young woman stated curiously to no one in particular. She lifted the mug to her lips taking a hefty swig of the alcohol inside with no regard to what was inside the container. Quickly, the features on her face crinkled realizing that this was some of the strongest stuff in the tavern. She pulled the stein away from her face only slightly while finding the gaze of the stranger once more. “I accept your challenge!” Alana stood upright while planting the palms of her hands onto the counter top and bellowed across the tavern in a serious tone. After the young woman declared the alcohol drinking proclamation of war, the majority of the patrons began to stare at the wingly with much confusion.
Oblivious that she had become an object of much interest, the woman seated herself and inched the chair closer to the serving counter pulling the mug towards her chest. She took a few deep breaths in preparation for the consumption of such a hearty beverage. Alana certainly was not accustomed to drinking something so pure as far as alcohol was concerned. After her slight breathing exercises, the young woman did not think about it too much tipping her head back and pressing the mug to her lips. While allowing her mouth to adapt to the taste difference, the young woman squinted her eyes behind the safety of the mug making her distaste obvious. It took the wingly longer than usual to finish off the mug in its entirety. When she looked over towards the stranger however, Alana realized that she was able to keep pace with him which was a step in the right direction. “I will get this one,” the young woman grinned shaking the stein back and forth while addressing the bartender. He promptly brought the woman a replacement mug which was filled to the brim with the dark, hearty ale. She grabbed some coins from the pouch which was attached to her waist and threw them onto the counter. “You better not forget my opponent,” she raised her finger towards the bartender. The bartender smiled and nodded acknowledging the young woman while grabbing the coins on the table. While slowly sipping from the mug, Alana watched as he retreated to fill another mug for the patron across the bar. Once the alcohol arrived at the destination, the young woman quickly averted her gaze back to the mug which was in front of her. She did not want him to misinterpret any of her actions, especially be caught staring at him after returning the favor of buying him a drink. This was merely the wingly attempting to be diplomatic in a time of war. While drinking the beverage, the woman began to notice that the taste had become more familiar and was slowly growing on her. Perhaps, she could overcome this challenge after all!
An unknown amount of beers later, Alana was finally starting to feel the effects of all the alcohol running through her veins. She was not aware of the status of her opponent whether he was still completely conscious and self-aware or whether he was barely hanging on by a thread. However in her mind, the young woman was still very much winning this competition. She jumped up and seated herself on the serving counter grabbing a nearby stein and taking a swig, despite knowing that the mug was not her own. “This festival turned out pretty awesome, don’t cha think?” Alana slurred all of her words but continued to boisterously interact with the nearby patrons. Many of the patrons of the bar were in a state similar to Alana by now. However, the young woman did manage a few nasty stares and whispers about her behavior.
Oblivious to her own actions, the young woman began to hum the tune playing in the background, as well as sway her body with the beat. “Ooh-ooh-ooh,” Alana made various noises displaying her excitement when a new song started to play throughout the establishment. She not only managed to pull herself to a standing position on the bar but also, the young woman allowed her body to move more freely and settled into a wild dance. Everyone else in the tavern be damned, Alana loved this song and was going to enjoy this moment to the fullest. While some of the patrons were busy enjoying the show, others began to leave the bar having had enough of her behavior. “Jealous?” she would exclaim loudly as they passed through the doors without as much as a glance in the direction of the petite, attractive wingly.
A wink here. A grazing touch there. Alana was doing a great job of working up the crowd when she felt a tingling sensation up and down her spine. The young woman shuddered turning on her heels to stare down the patrons who were standing behind her. “Bad! No touching…,” she bellowed while climbing down from the bar and waving a finger alarmingly towards the men who stared at each other wondering who had done what, probably jealous that they had not had the nerve themselves. “The show is over!” Alana exclaimed grabbing a nearby shot and downing the liquid in one swallow. “Thanks for everything,” she continued while grabbing a mug of brew which also did not belong to her. As she walked towards the entrance to the inn from the tavern, the young woman swayed back-and-forth from the effects of the alcohol. It seemed a lot easier to move when she was dancing on the bar… Shrugging off any questions she might have had, Alana downed the mug and placed the container on a nearby table.