[center][h3][color=a0410d][b]Luke Godfrey
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[color=a0410d]“T-that all ya got, Imp?”[/color] Luke slurred before knocking back his head to gulped down another mouthful of his next drink, tying him and his opponent at their eights mug. The Imp named Tiny slammed his mug onto the table and scoffed as the two reached for their next round.

[color=662d91]“Y-you think this all I got? I’m j-*hic*-just getting started!”[/color] he declared with a confident grin that matched Luke’s own. The crowds cheers only grew by the second, a few more soldiers and civilians joining the audience and watching in amazement as the two men battled in a test of will. As Luke gulped down his drinks he could hear his fellow squadmate Diana shout out her demands to win no matter what, even though she was ripping on him not to long ago.  As the two chugged down their ninth round and slammed their mugs onto the table before gasping for air, Luke clicked his tongue in annoyance before slamming his hand onto the table. 

[color=a0410d]“Damn it, this is getting us nowhere!”[/color] he complained, his cheeks beginning to get a bit flustered as the alcohol did its job. Tiny sighed and nodded in reluctant agreement. 

[color=662d91]“I hate to say it, but I agree. We need something stronger,” [/color]he suggested before looking to Hendricks who only nodded in understanding. The skinny Imp looked towards the bartender with two fingers pointing down to the table. The old bartender rolled his eyes before going under the bar and taking out a bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses. The crowd cleared a path for the old man, all sporting the same eager smiles to see the two change up the pace. As the old man approached and placed the shot glasses in front of them he shook his head and looked between the two. 

“I swear you two are gonna run me dry,” he grumbled before pouring their drinks and leaving the bottle in the middle of the table. Luke laughed and held up his glass towards the old man as he walked back to the bar. 

[color=a0410d]“This one’s for you grandpa! Down the hatch!”[/color] he cheered before knocking back his drink along with his opponent. Luke cringed as the satisfying, yet burning taste of the whiskey traveled down his throat and laughed in between coughs. [color=a0410d]“Man it’s been awhile since I had something this strong!”[/color] he laughed before looking to Tiny who was already pouring his next shot. Luke could only chuckle in amusement as he passed the bottle. [color=a0410d]“Not bad Imp, thought you’d be down for the count by now,”[/color] he chuckled as he poured the dark liquor into his glass. The Imp gave a deep chuckle, a hiccup in between his amused chuckle. 

[color=662d91]“And let some puny Fed like you win? Ha! Keep dreamin!”[/color] he slurred slightly, Luke just noticing him sway side to side just a bit as he spoke. He held his tongue and aloud the Imp to continue blathering on before the two of them down their next shot with eagerness. They were tied between two, then three then finally before they knew it gulped down their sixth shot. Luke wouldn’t admit it but his head was beginning to swim a bit, the whiskey definitely working its magic as the two were now leaning upon the table, both staring at one another with defiance. Both glasses remained empty for a few seconds, the two of them waiting the other to make their move. Finally, with a deep breath Luke gripped the bottle and slide it his way with a grin. 

[color=a0410d]“Tha mattar Imp!? Not givin up yet are ya!?”[/color] Luke questioned in a slurred voice as he poured his next drink. Tiny sneered at Luke before holding out his hand, silently demanding for the bottle. The Imps cheered for their comrade to keep going while Luke’s fellow Feds roared in encouragement. As the two poured their glasses they let out a heavy sigh, glared towards one another and knocked back their drinks. Luke gritted his teeth and hissed slightly before letting a small sigh of relief as he managed to get over his hazy mind. [color=a0410d]“Thank god alcoholism runs in the family, I can keep going for the whole-”[/color] Luke was cut off as a loud thud reached his ears and looked up towards an empty seat that was once filled in with his opponent. A moment of silence filled the Inn for a few good seconds before a thunderous roar erupted from Luke’s fellow Feds. He leaned to the right to see the massive, unconscious form of Tiny, the fallen Imperial. The rest of the Imps let out groans and sighs of disappointment as Hendricks helped his friend up off the ground before letting a few others take him off his hands. The skinny Imp stood tall upon a chair and pointed to Luke with a small smirk of bitter defeat. 

[color=a187be]“It is a sad day for the Empire, but the winner of this drinking duel is none other than… I don’t know his name, but the Federation wins!” [/color]he declares with a few good claps before being drowned out by the whooping and cheering of the winning side. Luke grinned from ear to ear before snatching the almost empty bottle of whisky and climbed up onto the table, just barely keeping himself from falling face first onto the hard wooden floor. After balancing himself out on the table Luke held up the bottle and looked to his fellow soldiers who awaited his words.

[color=a0410d]“Today is not just a victory for the Federation, but for all of the generations of alcoholics, past, present and future! Let it be known that I, Luke Godfrey, am the drunkest bastard in the country and will take on any bastard that dares challenge me!” [/color]he shouted before knocking his head back and downing the rest of the whisky. As the last drop left the bottle he tore himself away, gritting his teeth and holding the empty bottle even higher. [color=a0410d]“For the Federation!”[/color] he boomed with a hardy laugh before the rest of the surrounding Feds lifted up their mugs and glasses.

[b]“For the Federation” [/b]

Luke’s smile grew even large before he arched his head back and raised his fist in the air. [color=a0410d]“Whooo- oh shit!”[/color] he yelped before falling off the table and slamming onto the hardwood floor. The cheering and laughter fell silent once more as the drunken champion fell and awaited for any signs of life. After a few quiet seconds Luke jumped up with a silly smile while brushing himself off. [color=a0410d]“I’m good, I’m good, just wanted to lay down for a sec,” [/color] he lied as he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. The crowd only laughed in amusement before returning to the celebration of their recent victory. With his pride slightly wounded, but his morale soaring Luke stumbled to the bartender who only shook his head as he already knew why he was coming since he already had a freshly poured mug waiting for him. Luke gave the old man a wink and nod of gratefulness before turning around and scanning the Inn. His smile only grew as both sides continued on with their fun. Honestly he thought the Imps would look a bit more sour about their loss, but they continued to laugh and enjoy themselves, some even mingling with some Feds without any problems. He spotted Tiny as he recovered from his defeat and saw him nod, a good sign of sportsmanship. Luke chuckled and nodded back before taking a quick sip of his drink and smacking his lips.

Soon his eyes drifted upon the table that Diana was sitting at, noticing a rather large stranger with her. He arched his brow for a moment in curiosity, but soon a cocky grin spread across his face. Luke ordered another drink before he began to walk towards the table, stumbling a few times and almost spilling his drinks. Finally he reached the table and plopped down into an empty chair with a heavy sigh, slamming two mugs onto the table. With a joyful chuckle and his cocky grin only growing by the second he looked to Diana. [color=a0410d]“Whatcha got to say now my dear Diana? I think I’m more than ready to take on your mother, don’t ya think?”[/color] he asked in a slightly slurred voice. He laughed a bit more before clearing his throat and glancing over to the rather large nameless woman, arching a brow and inspecting her before slinging his arm around the back of the chair and leaning back in his seat. He noticed her fresh wounds and cracked a smile as he gave her quick nod.

[color=a0410d]“Good to see I’m not the only one getting my pretty face abused out there,”[/color] he joked as he pointed to the right side of his face that was currently covered in bandages, hiding his wounds that traveled from his lower jaw to his whole cheek. [color=a0410d]“Names Luke, but beside that I see a crime unfolding right here,”[/color] he said before pointing her with narrowed eyes and letting his grin widen. [color=a0410d]“You’re missing a damn drink!”[/color] he laughed before sliding her the extra mug of beer before snapping his attention back to Diana with a finger. [color=a0410d]“And you, stop pussy footing around and down that damn drink already! Nothing matters outside this Inn right now! Today we drink our worries and fears away!”[/color] he declared before holding up his mug over the table in a toast. [color=a0410d]“Besides, being the only one drunk off my ass is no fun!”[/color] he laughed as his mug stayed over the table, awaiting for the other two to hopefully join in on his toast.

[@Landaus Five-One] [@Smike]