[Several Rounds Later…[
Zayn was… fine.
Liriel, on the other hand, was not.
She slumped over the table, tail twitching, ears drooping. "…I hate you."
Zayn took another slow sip of his drink. "You challenged me."
Bran, barely holding it together, clapped Zayn on the shoulder. "You — hic — you cheated."
Zayn raised an eyebrow. "How? By drinking?"
Selis, still perfectly sober, sighed. "You just have great resistance to alcohol."
Liriel groaned. "That should be illegal."
Zayn grinned. "Sounds like a skill issue."
Bran wheezed. "You bastard."
…
Zayn and Bran left the bar, waving lazily at Liriel and Selis as they blended into the lively night of Timberstead's Red Light District.
The streets were still full of life, with drunks staggering about, merchants shouting about late-night deals, and prostitutes lingering on the streets.
Bran stretched and let out a loud, satisfied sigh. "Alright, I think I'll be heading off on my own now."
