Penelope listened to the two talk as she grabbed the other fresh mug that the wench brought and took a sip from it. She rolled her eyes at Hartley’s challenge. “I hardly think a man is measured in how much he drinks.” She responded. “I’ll drink with you but I have no plans to give myself a headache tomorrow.”

“Killjoys.” Hartley sighed then clinked his glass against Penelope’s, shooting her a grin once more. “But fine! I’ll take what I can get it!”

Hartley lifted the mug to his lips once more and took another long drink. Penelope looked over at Crow and gave a small shrug before taking a large drink from her own glass. She didn’t drink very often, mainly because of a less than graceful night with some of her comrades back on the first day she had risen in rank to the royal guard and due to the simple fact that she had a low tolerance to alcohol. As she finished her first drink, she already felt it having a small effect on her system. Hartley was quick to get them a refill. Figuring she’d be alright since she wasn’t drinking on an empty stomach, she went along with it and began to take a sip from her second drink. 

Once she reached the bottom of her second drink, Penelope slowly began to realizing she might have over-estimated what she could handle. At the most, the knight only meant to get a bit tipsy, however, she had drifted further than that. [i]Well at least I’m still aware of what I’m doing... I think...[/i] 

“Alright Penny! You could still catch up to me you know~” Hartley said, his words slurring as he worked on his fourth drink.

“Nope.. No way.” Penelope said as she pushed the empty glass away from her. The knight spoke carefully, clearly trying to keep herself from slurring her words. “I’m done. You should be too by the sound of it.” She paused before slowly rising up to her feet. She swayed slightly but managed to keep upright. “We should get back to our room before you pass out or something."