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[indent]”[color=goldenrod]You would like that, wouldn’t you, Laz?[/color]”

Asahi wasn’t about to let Laz a win over him so easily. He was sure that, if Laz had his way, he would see Asahi giving up just when the going got tough. Well, that wasn’t going to happen. Asahi Han’ei was no quitter, and not even a strong ale was going to keep him from getting his bragging rights. Besides, he wasn’t even feeling—[i]hiccup[/i]—feeling off or anything like that.

The next rounds of ale came in the form of an overfilled mug, it practically spilling over with the foam trailing down the lines of the wood. Asahi wasted no time to start to chug it down. About halfway through it, however, he felt a little…[i]iffy[/i]. He hiccupped again, felt something start to crawl up his throat, demanding to come out. But a stubborn Asahi denied it an exit, to which he forced another quarter of the ale down his throat.

That wasn’t such a good idea.

In the span of just five seconds, three notable things happened. The first was Asahi’s grip of the mug falling from his grip and Asahi[ failing to catch it as it crashed to the ground, causing the rest of the ale to spill all over the tavern floor. The second, right after Asahi groaned disappointingly, was Asahi feeling the same force that wanted to come up through his esophagus once again begging to find an exit. This time, however, Asahi wasn’t  in a place to deny its exit. And so it came in spades, which would make Asahi cough up a half of a dozen of doses of vomit all over the countertop. 

And lastly, Asahi’s head hit the counter. Hard, and would bathe in his own vomit as he would ungracefully fall to the ground on his left side. His eyes were were only able to see the legs of his fellow chasers and the legs of the tables they all sat at. Though, his hearing was more or less able to pick up some of what was said. He might’ve been groaning a bit, but there was no denying Pythia’s angry tone. Even in his current state, Asahi remembered the last time he heard her [i]that[/i] angry, and it’s safe to say that he didn’t pity whoever was on the other end of her rage.

A few more moments would pass, to which Asahi would try to get up. His stomach denied that action, so Asahi would stay where he lay, puking bits here and there.

What the hell was in my drink?
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