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Elijah chuckled as he clinked his glass against his. "I'll concede you on the point about maturity not being linked to age, hunter. And only because of some of the flakes that hang around this tavern around pay day."

The vampire knocked the shot back and barely suppressed a cough, though his eyes immediately begin to water from the vicious bite of the drink. He still wasn't convinced it wasn't made with a splash or two of holy water. There were wolpertingers who wouldn't touch a Screaming Lightning on a bet.

"So," he croaked, signaling for another round, "I'm betting you won't even get two of these down before you go down like a hooker at a frat party." He smirked as he picked up his fresh drink.

Elijah clinked his glass against hers and downed the second shot. This time he couldn't stop the throat-burning cough from escaping. He slapped the bar, seconds later the third round appearing.

"You? Beat me?" The vampire sneered. "Chaos herself couldn't help you with that, hunter. But, if by some colossal miracle, you manage to drink me under the table, I won't beat you down like the annoying little punk you are."

((Fast forward several hours and countless shots later so we can get to the drunken fun?))

Elijah downed his shot and flicked the glass towards the scarily impressive pile of empty glasses that lay on the counter between the two. He tried to signal for another shot, and almost fell off his stool. Gripping the counter, he pulled himself into something resembling half-sitting, half slouching against the counter.

"Y'know," he slurred, having lost feeling of his mouth and tongue after the fourth drink, "I got'a sssay thish for ya, Nicks... Nocks... hunter, yer a rea'y ssstub'rn one. An' ta tell th' trut' I kinna like 'at inna pers'n."

He propped his elbow against the bar and leaned his head against his hand. The vampire finally managed to signal the barkeep, who sighed as he cracked open the third keg of Screaming Lightning. They kept this up, he'd have to risk his neck asking for more gold to cover the cost of the pricey alcohol.

With a broad sweep of his arm that almost sent him to the floor again, Elijah swept the glasses behind the counter, ignoring the cacophonous shattering of glass as he pointed to the bar. With a sigh, the barkeep set the keg on the counter and put two shot glasses in front of them. The vampire grinned as he pulled another bag of gold and slid it across the bar.

Elijah poured a shot and slid it gently towards Nyx. "No kiddin'? Fer fights?" He clinked glasses with hers before knocking the shot back and refilling them both. "Okay, sho mebbe it he'ped a li'l in kickin' yer a**. Shill won'ough, sho we're eben... eden... shomethin' like 'at."

He attempted to stretch, and this time he did fall off his stool with a surprisingly loud thud. He blinked in surprise for a few seconds, then burst into a giggle fit as he tried to crawl back onto his stool with all the grace of an amoeba.

((Cue the drunken confessions! biggrin ))

Elijah lost his grip on the stool and fell sideways, ending up sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with the hunter. He tried to pull a sulk, but it quickly gave way to giggling until he was leaning against her from laughing so hard. The barkeep looked over the counter, shook his head, and quietly put the keg behind the bar in hopes they'd be too drunk to finish it off.

The vampire wiped a tear away with the back of his hand as he gave Nyx a sloppy grin. "Yanno, ya ain' too bad fer a pain in th' ash... ash... here," he said, tapping his butt, "'fact, ya kinna cute inna annoyin' kinna way, y'know?" He reached up with his hand and groped the counter until he found their drinks, and with surprising gentleness given his state, managed to bring them down without spilling a drop. He passed one to Nyx, then knocked his back in one smooth move.

Elijah blinked as he tried (and failed) to process what she'd just said. Something was vaguely... wrong with that statement, but he was too blasted to try and figure it out. "Thhhanksss... I t'ink." He ran his tongue around the inside of his glass before setting it on the stool.

The vampire giggled as he leaned against the counter. "Y'know, all I wan' in li'e is ta be 'ccepted inna clan. Issat ssso muchta as'? I jus' wanna be an' arti-... art-... I jus' wanna ma'e t'ings, y'know? I mean, momma makes clothin'... she ma'e mah dress af'er all." He sighed heavily. "Dunno wha' sis does, she's more th' bus'ness type, y'know? I jus' wanna make ssstuff, 'ssat so bad?"

Elijah tilted his head as he seemed to stare at something in the far corner of the tavern. "Y'know, I's t'inkin' 'bout Tori-... Tora-... T'dor. T'eys all artis's, a'er all..." He leaned his head back until he was staring at the underside of the bar. "Donsha git ti'ed a bein' 'lone alla time though, Nish?"

Pulling out his last bag of coins, he miraculously managed to throw it on the bar without hitting himself in the face with it. "Barkeep!" he barked, throwing his arm out in the vague direction of the back. "Tak'at las' keg an' git us a room!"

The barkeep sighed in defeat as he picked up the opened keg of Screaming Lightning and shouldered it. "Yes sir," he muttered as he went in the back and prepped a room for them.