>>5913684>>5913833>>5914027>>5914361 (tiebreaker)"Ah, <span class="mu-i">schwirrt aaab!</span>" You groan, batting Riley's hand away. You don't even realize you've stopped speaking English. You continue speaking in German. "I'm a grown ass woman, I only live a few blocks away, I'll be... I'll be fine..."
The American man cast a judging eye at the people keeping you company. First the group of pool players, then the blonde stranger, then back to you before finally nodding. "Whatever you say," he spoke back to you, before leaving.
You are NOT a child. People have tried to kill you and failed. You'll do the same for the next dozen to come up.
The blonde guy comes over and sits beside you. Green eyes, taller than you by a head and shoulders. Strong enough to have been Stormwatch. Before you can examine him any further, a glass of water is shoved into your face.
"Drink," says the man in a calm, collected manner.
<span class="mu-i">... Nnnnein. Nein!</span> You refuse! And you won't drink water, not from this guy! The last thing you need is to take drininks from strangers. He looks at you with these flat, bothered, dead-inside eyes before finishing the whole glass in front of you.
You jump from your seated spot, and grin ear to ear. The muzik is loud, but you're starting to like it! It's your party, and you WILL party with these strangers you found. This guy can join too, but he will <span class="mu-i">stop</span> trying to moderate you. Yuou are-YOU are NOT to be STOPPED.
<span class="mu-b">Unless your fall for the common mistake of hyperbolic drinking - or worse comes to worse, fail to endure it.</span>
<span class="mu-b">Roll <span class="mu-s">Cunning: two anons, roll 3d6.</span> Target 4.</span>
<span class="mu-b">Failing that and if needed, you will roll <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">Strength: Two anons, roll 3d6.</span></span> Target 3.</span>
