Within the confines of Cataphrania, there exists many bars and taverns throughout the several rings. These small locations serve as gathering places for humans and demi-humans alike, with some even only allowing demi-humans due to them only recently being socially accepted by Cataphrania. One of these taverns within the inner circle was Alcard Castellan's go-to drinking spot, a small hidden away bar that was the only of its kind to sell a specific type of alcohol, a sake of sorts, Alcards favorite.
The signature ringing of the bell above the door signaled that someone had entered the bar. A man with long dark hair, and wearing medium grade knight armor, a white cape flowing gently behind him as he walks over to the counter, and sitting down next to a tall man.
This man wore white robes, and had a short beard. His hair was white and long, as well as being generally large, extending down his back, where one of the main distinct points of interest laid. A large, scaly dragon tail that curled around the stool beneath him, several grey spikes poked lightly out of the tail, trailing down its length.
[Alcard]: "One drake oil please, Hueco."
The old man behind the counter turns around and reaches for a back shelf bottle, one that was covered in jewels, and looked very expensive, free for Alcard of course.
[???]: "That's pretty potent stuff for a kid your age, sure you can handle all that? HAHAHAHAHAHA."
Alcard shoots the man a side eye, before looking back down at the glass that was slid before him, wrapping his hand tightly around the glass, and staring straight down into the dark liquid that filled it, clear enough to see his reflection.
[Alcard]: "I could say a similar thing to you, corpse."
The man takes a deep breath, and bursts out into a loud, hearty laugh that shakes the very building, the dimly lit chandelier above them shaking slightly.
[???]: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Alcard watches as the man faces him, swiveling on his stool. The man had white scales that trailed up his face, stopping below his eyes, and white fluff is visible on his neck.
[???]: "Don't go gettin' all confident on me, You only won cause I'm old."
[Alcard]: "Ha! Excuses, we both know your as youthful as you could ever be... Everard..."
This tall man that was covered head to toe in scales and fur, was the human personification of Great Dragon Everard, a being who has haunted Alcard's mind for five long years since his death. His mouth contorts into a wide grin, chuckling to himself, watching as Alcard takes a long sip of the dark liquid, and gently slamming the glass back down.
[Everard]: "You're as snarky as ever, kid. Cant say I've ever liked that about you."
[Alcard]: "Do you ever shut up, I come here for some peace and quiet, and here you are, talking my fucking ear off."
Everard slams his glass down, shaking the counter and spraying beer everywhere. His grin swiftly shifting into a huge smile.
[Everard]: "Don't ya' think I've got a right to? That's my power your hoarding there, kid. After what you did, you cant expect me to stay quiet forever."
[Alcard]: "Just keep drinking your sorrows away old man, I don't wanna hear it from you today, that senile asshole has had me up to my fucking teeth with work."
Everard slams his glass down in front of Alcard, scooching his stool closer to Alcard's. His smile has only grown wider and more confident.
[Everard]: "10 gold."
[Alcard]: "What are you on about now."
[Everard]: "10 gold says you cant beat an old guy like me in a drinking contest."
[Alcard]: "What makes you think I would accept a ridiculous bet like that?"
Alcard looks up at the man with a raised eyebrow, starring back at him as a bright mischievous smile, offering an absurd bet. Not only does everyone know not to challenge Alcard Castellan to a bet, but a drinking competition? Its out of the question.
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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! YOU DO HAVE SOME FIGHT IN YOU AFTER ALL, A LITTLE DEMON!"
[Alcard]: "Shuddup you old bastard! Hand over the damn money already!"
[Everard]: "Huuuuh? You haven't won yet kid, are you stupid? Has all that alcohol hit you already?"
Alcard Laughs, before waving his hand at Hueco, a signal to bring over yet another round of drinks. The pile of empty glasses in front of Alcard and Everard easily reached over 20 each. Everard was barely able to stand, Alcard however, was fine.
[-The Aspect Of Drinking-]
[This blessing grants the user an extreme tolerance to alcohol, allowing an individual to withstand 50x the average limit of inebriation, one of the many blessings granted to Alcard upon birth.]
Drink after drink, the two drove themselves further into the bars stock of alcohol, and building up the pile of glasses that sat beside them.
*Ring*
The distinct ringing of the entrance bell resonates through the air. A familiar woman in knight armor with dark purple hair runs over to the table, slamming her fists on the wood.
[Camilla]: "I knew I'd find you here! New orders from the king, I need to bring you back to the barracks immediately! Did you drink all of this yourself? Wow, you're really incredible Alcard."
[Alcard]: "Huh? No, not now! I have to beat this motherfuckaaah!"
Alcard tries to resist his squad mate, but she picks him off of the seat, and drags him out with a slight struggle, with Alcard yelling and squirming around.
[Camilla]: "What are you talking about Alcard, you're the only one in here. You must have drunk way too much, I'll heal it out of your system when we get back."
Alcard lightly punches the air towards the towering dragon man still sitting at the table in shock, watching the kingdoms, hell, the worlds, strongest man get so casually dragged away by this woman.
[Everard]: "Whaaaa!?! We aren't done here Alcard! You still owe me that gold asshole! Who do you think you are!"
Alcard thrashes around, his face red and his vision hazy as he gets pulled away. His gaze never leaves Everard, still punching the air towards him and making incoherent babbles about "Fuckin' him uuuuup".
[Alcard]: "Gahhhh! Get you! I'll have you, you old damn dragon!"
[Everard]: "GET BACK ER' AND FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED!"
[Camilla]: "Calm down please, I promise I'll heal you soon."
*Ring*
With that single ring, the room falls silent and empty, aside from Everard And Hueco, the old bartender. A man who wore an eyepatch and a black suit.
Everard sighs, and looks down at his half empty glass, before taking another long sip from it, and placing it down gently.
[Everard]: "Agh. Maybe next time, damn kid."
He taps the wood lightly with his long nail, a sharp claw like nail that sent a strong reverb through the bar.
[Hueco]: "..... Another? Sir?..."
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