To alcohol and the hooks up it causes

A joint post between Jaxx and me.

Shadowfang was on her third free drink. There was a half-orc male unconscious on the floor nearby. She was about ready to order another drink when some woman started screaming for joy. Shadowfang turned to see what in the nine hells that was about. The woman was jumping up and down and pointing at Frost. Shadowfang looked over to see who or what the woman was pointing at. Her eyes went wide. "Gods damnit!" She turned around, hoping that stupid Pixie would not see her.

Frost entered the tavern feeling frisky and in the mood to have an incredibly enjoyable time. He scanned the area for some fun-loving patrons. After hearing and seeing the excited woman, he ran his fingers through his dashing hair and put on a smoldering smile before flying over to the woman jumping up and down before him. The woman was on the older side and the chubby side as her voluptuous chest bounced with glee. It was clear this woman fancied the silver-tongued pixie named Frost. Frost wasted no time putting on the charm with the woman and hugging her as his head was buried in her large chest. The woman's face turned red as she was both turned on and embarrassed at the same time; however, she was weak to the charms of Frost. Some of the patrons chuckled as the shameless Pixie charmed the older bar wench.

The tavern owner came out to see what all the shouting was about. He saw Frost and his daughter. "Janelle! Don't make me tell your husband about this." Janelle started to say something, but he gave her a look that shut her up. Janelle reluctantly pulled herself away from Frost. She apologized to Frost. Janelle's father came over. He addressed Janelle first. "Get in the back and start cooking. We're running low on the special." He then addressed Frost. "Sorry about her. She gets very excitable. Has not been right since she was kidnapped a few years back. If you would just wait at the bar, my son will be with you shortly."

Shadowfang was approached by a Dwarven male who challenged her to a drinking contest. Shadowfang brushed him aside. She started to order some food when the dwarf started mocking and taunting her. "Fine, you stupid little man. I'll drink your ass under the table." The dwarf threw a bag of money down. "Give us your strongest alcohol. This lightweight snake can't handle it." Shadowfang back handed the dwarf across the face for the insult knocking him on his ass. "Save the rough stuff for later, sweet cheeks." Shadowfang would have slapped him again for calling her sweet cheeks, but she had a feeling he would enjoy it.

Frost chuckled as Janelle was forced to back off by her father. He felt bad that she was denied his love for the time being, but should the opportunity come again, he planned to tap her backside for good measure. He noticed a dwarf and a dragon born getting into it and starting a drinking contest. Frost was amused by that, but he was suddenly distracted by an older, sexy red-skinned Tiefling woman who was a bit tipsy and giving a lustful stare at Frost. Frost looked at her as if he thought he might know her, however, he was dumbfounded as he could not place her name. The drunk Tiefling got up and stumbled a bit as she managed to regain her balance in her drunken stupor. She then waved her finger in a 'come hither' manner to suggest Frost follow her. Since Frost was feeling frisky and the Tiefling was offering, he shrugged as he followed her. Then he found himself checking out her backside for a moment. Then, as if lightning struck his brain, he remembered her red rump and spent time bumping into it in the past... literally. He remembered her name was Pepper, and she was a wild one. He smirked as he was getting a second chance to tap her again as he followed her to the bathroom. Once in the women's bathroom, Pepper grabbed Frost, pulled him into a stall, and closed it as she kissed him passionately.

One of the dwarves’ companions was literally asking to die by taunting and hitting on Shadowfang. She eventually had enough of him. She leaned over & grabbed him by the throat. She stood up, taking the dwarf with her. She looked over and saw a half-orc male who clearly liked the company of other men. "If you don't shut your mouth, I am going to give you to him." She pointed to the half-orc male. "He won't keep you closed, but he will keep it occupied." The dwarf begged for forgiveness. "Good." She then dropped the dwarf and kicked him away.

Shadowfang turned back to her drinking competitor. "If another one of your buddies interferes, I am going to drown you in your own blood. Then I am going to turn your corpse into a nice stew. Do we have an understanding?" The dwarf challenger nodded his acceptance. "Good. Since your friend decided to interfere, you must drink a Gutbuster and Cormyr combined." Shadowfang called a wench over. "My friend here would like for you to combine a Gutbuster and Cormyr into one stein." The wench looked apprehensive. "Don't worry, his friend over there will look after him." The friend would be the guy who just now stood up after being kicked across the room. The dwarf who got kicked across the room came back. "Congratulations, you are now his designated watcher. You will stay sober and look after him." The kicked dwarf quickly accepted his fate. The challenging dwarf drank the concoction Shadowfang ordered on his behalf. The dwarf was clearly feeling the effects of the two drinks. Shadowfang then drank two steins of alcohol from the barrel, and the dwarf drank to catch up. She was starting to feel the effects. This stupid female body does not handle alcohol nearly as well. She then belched loudly.
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Meanwhile, Frost used a Glamour spell to grow up to five feet tall so he could better service Pepper with love in the bathroom stall. Oddly enough, Janelle from before entered the women's bathroom by chance and heard the loving embrace of a couple going at it intensely. Out of curiosity, Janelle peeked to see who it was and gasped as she saw a taller Frost and a red Tiefling going at it like animals. At first, she was hurt for missing out on her chance with Frost, but then, after watching for a bit, she thought of joining them. So, as Janelle tried to get a better view, she was spotted by Pepper, who grabbed her by the collar and called her a pervert. Janelle tried to apologize, but Pepper made her join them. Since Frost needed to satisfy two women now, he popped an herb tablet into his mouth and smiled as he planned to have an exceptionally enjoyable time.

The barrel had little over a third left. The dwarf went to finish off his most recent round, but he leaned too far back, knocking his chair over. As he fell, he hit his head, rendering him unconscious, mostly because Shadowfang made him drink the two strongest drinks known to all Faerunians. She grabbed the barrel and drank the rest. She was digging through his pockets for her payment when his dagger poked her, so she punched him in the stomach. Due to her drunken state, she barely touched him. "Stop poiknh md." She got her payment. She counted wrong in her drunken state and took too much. She stood up too fast and lost her balance, bumping into a bar wench. "How yhwre, qanga tidw the dtagon?" The bar wench pushes Shadowfang away.

Just as Shadowfang was about to say something else. She noticed the tavern owner getting into a shouting match with Frost. "Srupkd Puxkr." Shadowfang stumbled over there, looking more like a drunken harlot than she felt. She felt like a big, strong dragonborn stomping over at the height of intimidation. "Lrace the stilkd Pizoe aloge." She then went to use her frost breath, but instead it came out as alcohol breath. The tavern owner instantly became drunk. Shadowfang grabbed Frost. "Coe oj oarge tiny Puzie an." She dragged Frost out of the tavern.

The next morning, Shadowfang woke up hungover. She was having trouble seeing. "How much did I drink last night? Why is my jaw sore? What is that taste?" She started to stand up. "Why is it sore down there? Why am I naked?" Then it clicked. "That fucking dwarf got me drunk and did unspeakable things. I am going to kill him."

She quickly got dressed and began stomping through town looking for a dwarf to rip limb from limb. As she was looking for the dwarf, Janelle got in Shadowfang's face. "You stupid forked-tongued overgrown Kobold. My father has been sober for six months, then you go and breathe on him, and he was drunk instantly." She pulls out a crossbow and goes to shoot her. Her hand is shaking so much that she misses. Shadowfang grabs the crossbow and tosses it aside. "I am sorry that happened, but that is bound to happen when you let dragonborns get drunk. If it is such a problem, your father should consider working somewhere else, maybe in the kitchen." She shoved the money she got from the dwarf into Janelle's hands. "Here, take this. I got places to be, maunthreki." Shadowfang stepped to the side and crushed the crossbow under her foot. She moved on. It was about five minutes after the confrontation with Janelle. "Crap I was supposed to be on the ship before sunset. Hope it is still there. I left all my weapons on board." Shadowfang began racing towards where the Dagon was.

After Shadowfang loudly woke up and prepared to leave the inn room, Frost was feeling very dehydrated and drained as he was sleeping under the bed in the buff. He slowly crawled out from under the bed and cast a spell for his hangover. He had a challenging time focusing with a big headache. Then he looked around till he found his clothing under the bed. Once he was dressed, he took some herbs to help him recover from his pain. Since he was in bad shape, he needed to get back to the Dagon before they decided to leave without him. So, after yawning, he stretched his wings and began flying to the Dagon.

OOC: Drunk to English translation:
Stop poiknh md. = Stop poking me.
Hwt yhwre, qanga tidw the dtagon? = Hey there, wanna ride the dragon?
Srupkd Puxkr. = Stupid Pixie.
Lrace the stilkd Pizoe aloge. = Leave the stupid Pixie alone
Coe oj oarge tiny Puzie an. = Come on, large, tiny Pixie man.