About an hour had passed since Lars had closed his pub. There were numerous, empty mugs scattered all around the bar, some were rolling around on the floor, and a few of the mugs had a few sips of ale spilling out. Mairey started slurring her words after her third serving of the alcoholic beverage. After the seventh drink, the elvish woman could no longer walk in a straight line. The woman threw back her latest mug before loudly slamming it onto the counter. She burped loudly before demanding another serving of ale, "Another!" The woman's dress had fresh beverage stains on it.
"Mairey," said Lars in a very concerned tone, "I think you've had enough."
"What?!" Slurred the woman, "What does that even mean? Enough? What is enough?" She then began to cough violently right before spewing moist, wheat beige chunks all over her dress. Lars gasped at the sight, realizing how bad it has really gotten.
