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*hops off the barstool with a mug in one hand and grabs the knife*

*cheers and continues drinking*

*pulls the knife out of the chair*

*stares at the man that just threw the action figure*

"I knew that! I, uh, just thought the rules to the challenge applied to everyone. And why are you looking around all shifty like?"

*wakes up in the corner, mumbles something about sporks, booze, and the meaning of life... or maybe something about moonshine, and then falls over into a pile of unopened packs of medieval chewing gum*

*Watching from the sidelines as the ale starts taking a hold Swift is eying up the weapon festooned walls with perking interest, there were loads of knives and one in particular caught his eye, it had a wierd turned blade with strange markings carved into it.
... "Be nice to have a do with that" he thought to himself looking around to see if anyone was watching as he stepped toward the wall"

*Noticing the barman looking around shifty eyed he decided to try distract him just as one of the drinken contestants passes out and crumpling to the floor ...

"Four shots of your best house whisky Sire" he says "... and here" flipping some nuggets towards him "... please add any change to my tab, after you grabbing a drink for yourself" he adds as an afterthought

*snores loudly with the mug somehow sitting next to his head without a drop spilled*

* unconsciously drinks from his mug, sets it back on the floor, and snores loudly*

*lifts head up off the ground and looks around*

*starts snoring really loud*

*Shade looks at him and sneers.

*continues snoring away*

*Sitting there drowning in his bottle whisky, bored to queendom come his mind wandered unable to focus on any one thing in particular as Brians snores kept intruding above the painful silence that emanated from the very depths of the tavern

"Now if only that snoring was a bit more melodic might've provided something worthwhile to listen to"

*Even the fire in the fireplace, now just a pile barely glowing coals, had gone silent and barely flickered. Noticing a pile of logs stacked by the fireplace Berry, whiskey in hand, got off his perch, stumbled towards towards it and proceeded to feed some into the fireplace. The logs started to spit and crackle as they came in contact with the coals but instead of a fire a dense smoke started to fill the room. Berry scratched his head

*Bursts in the doors of the tavern and starts to remember wonderful memories while inhaling deeply through his nostrils*
"Ahhhhh its good to be back! Septim my good man! How about a pint!"
*Flicks a golden coin in the air and catches it, then looks around the room. Looks at Brian*
"Whos the drunk guy?"
*Steps over Brian and walks to a stool at the bar.*

*The smoke stinging his eyes and causing him into a bout of coughing appears to help clear the fog in Berrys boozed up brain and he finally figures out what to do. He tosses the remaining whisky in his glass onto the logs and with a roar tongues of fire snake up from the coals below and start to engulf the logs lighting up the room with the heat that sprung forth helping to force the smoke that had started filling the room up the chimney.

With a satisfied "ahhh, there we go" and a smile on his teary face he started back for his perch by the bar and a welcome refill of his glass. That's when he realises his perch had been taken.

"Oi, that's my wishkey ahn datsh's my chair" he says to the newcomer

*slides Septim the coin*
"Newcomer? I was drinking in here before you were wearing diapers! Heh! And i still haven't aged a bit!"
*sips his pint and smiles*
"So Septim, how are thing these days?"

*chuckles*
"Nope, its sounds pretty much the same..."
*sighs and takes a sip of his pint*

*takes Brian's glass and sits it on the bar*
"I think you just may have had enough"
*points out the pool of vomit where brian was laying*

*refills Brian's glass*

"As long as you don't vomit any of your organs out. That's a pain in the ass to clean, trust me."

*thinks of the money he could make selling the organs at Septim's Exotic Eats*

"As a matter of fact...go ahead and puke up your organs. Could be fun!"

*grabs the glass*

*pours a light beer and levitates it over to Shade's table using his barkeep powers*

*chuckles* "heck yes you have"
*turns to septim* "can you levitate me? i wanna see if my era 38 gum is still on the ceiling"

*frowns* "meh...ill need to borrow a few stools"