He really is here after all…Shit! If things couldn't get any worse…He thought.
As he returned to the tavern, the drinking contest was still going on, though he wasn't in any sort of mood for such theatrics.
Though his salad arrived, he was hardly in the mood to eat as disgust swirled in his stomach from the encounter, but he stuck around the drunken two he was with. Eventually, they did finish–though "eventually" was the right way to put it; it was another twenty mugs later before they both caved in.
There was quite a large debate on who actually won between the patrons at the tavern who placed bets on the drinking match, but it seemed in fact, Archie was the one who drank the most, as his mug was just the slightest bit more empty than Korain's.
"...Honestly, you both are idiots," he sighed.
Against the table that was drenched in spilled alcohol, the two were snoring, passed out completely into the deepest slumber possible.
