What shall we do with a drunken Ranger...?

[Ceyrus Hawke]

Daelus sat at the bar in the Ranger's Rest, a bottle of Dragon's Breath in one hand and an empty glass in the other. "'Bout damned time... I am a paying customer after all." He pours himself a glass and takes a drink, smacking his lips and exhaling as he feels the familiar burn travel to his stomach. 'Nothing like a little drink to help ya sleep...'

He was enjoying his drink, all the while malevolent forces conspired to disrupt his harmless recreation. He was almost finished with his first glass when a familiar arm shot out and took his most prized possession... His booze. Sighing, he finished what he did have in his glass before turning to face his oppressor...

[Verrath]

"Blood and ashes!" Annie spotted the Ranger across the room, having just settled for some well-deserved quality time with her bard, and being quite cozily snuggled up to him.

She saw Daelus about to purchase another bottle of Dargon's Breath, as if her little lesson with the water bucket the day before had not been enough. Casting a vile glance at Felias - who actually seemed to pause for a moment in handing out the vile drink, she noted - she jumped up with another curse - and a groan from Osclow.

"I guess we have to go over there, huh?" He muttered.

Striding up to the bar without answering, she snatched the bottle from the counter and rounded on Daelus, who to her mind was being entirely too happy to drink himself silly lately.

"Wha...?" Said Daelus, intelligently.

She did not give him a chance to protest more, launching into a tirade about how she wasn't going to patch people up just so they could go drink themselves silly and then fall down breaking their fool neck. She was beginning to take breath for another round, when...

[Silas North]

....when Osclow actually stated he agreed with Daelus's retort that one drink, or in this case one bottle, did not mean a destiny of winding up face down and dead in a ditch. These words came with some reluctance however as a man Osclow once called 'brother' had proven the dangerous potential of alcohol abuse. It always started with "just one drink" and the bard was not about to turn a blind eye to such suspicious potential beginnings.

While it was impossible to ignore the possibility of an ally plunging themselves foolishly into the depths of an ale mug to ease the pain of recent events, the bard could not help but throw a few silent curses in the direction of the ranger. So close the bard had come in coaxing his beloved Annie to a perfect night to take away the stress and tensions he himself was feeling. However, amongst the trademarked grumbled words of 'woolhead' and 'lummox' the bard quickly saw any eager look within his druid love fade away and be replaced by irritation and a desire for anything but romance.

And, given his recent luck, she would likely be like this all damn night.

Damn you Daelus...

[Rugabug]

((edited

[Verrath]

(( Ahem, Rug, this is a recounting if an IC occurrence ))

[Rugabug]

(( aw this already happened? i thought it was an open IC thread cause Roim would have done that....