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Merida's eyes flick over to the new commotion, her hand instinctively moves to her bow, before realising that it was just another bar fight. Her hands rest back on the table, freeing her knife that she'd dug into the table. 

"Ahh it's nice to be back at home..." she mumbles to herself, having been in one too many barfights in the past. 

A lady walks over, looking rather annoyed, most surprisingly at her, not the buffoon starting the bar fight. Maybe barfights were more normal here than she had first thought...

"Why would you have such a high quality and expensive table in a bar if you have patrons like him around?" She gestures toward Gaston before shaking her head dismissively. "Anyway, Ma'am I will have your money, but you might want to go deal with him before he does some real damage." 

"You have [i]clearly[/i] never met a Scott," she picks the tankard up and holds it up to the other man for cheers, a wide grin spreading across her face as they clash cups. 

Both of them chug their drinks, the man finishing his drink a few moments before Merida. 

"You seem to be able to drink like a man, it's just a shame you'll lose your prized horse tonight, remember the name Verton Eniski," Verton announces to her, gesturing to the barmaid for another round.

"You're all talk, no drink," she says holding up the new tankard of unknown beverage before starting to drink it, drinking the tankard at the same speed as the last, Verton quickly matching her, caught off guard by the girl's enthusiasm.
The two continue drinking, their conversations getting more and more slurred as they go on. The group of people that were sitting with the Verton started to cheer them both on, warming up to Merida, with a small gathering of people forming around the two intoxicated people. 

Verton raises another tankard, Merida matching him, both of them spilling some of their drinks as the tankard clash against one another. By this stage, Merida wasn't able to see straight, the world to her was every moving, making her vision blurry if she didn't focus enough. Her fears of losing Angus were starting to grow, knowing that she couldn't drink too much more. 

"W-we botttthhh seem to be abel to whold ourr drinks weil, W-whyo evr can drink thssss the fastests wins?" She offers, wanting to end this knowing she could easliy, well... she thought she could probably finish this last drink quicker than him. 

"Sur..." Verton is cut off by a burp and a concerned look as he almost throws up his last drink, instantly regretting this. "S-surre, fasterest to finish there drunk winds. C-cont us down crowd" Verton replies, waiting for the crowd to count them down.

"3,2,1... Go!" A chorus of voices eggs them on, the crowd truly invested in this drinking contest between the town drunk and a girl who they had never seen before. 

They both raise their tankards and eagerly drink, knowing how much this last drink is worth and how important it is to just win.

[i]Thud, Thud[/i]

The two tankards slam down, onto the table almost in perfect sync, the crowd falls silent, unsure of who had won. The barmaid whose attention had been drawn away for the last round, knowing the stakes, steps forward reaching out to grab an arm of each contestant.

"Aaaaaand the winner is..." her voice trails off leaving an air of suspense as the crowd, and the two contests, wait for the announcement "Merida," Merida's arm is yanked up into the air, almost pulling her out of her seat.

A roar of excitement comes from the crowd and even the people who were originally sitting with Verton were excited. 

As Merida got her arm back she offered a shaky hand out to her opponent for a handshake. "Ittwas ery close, w-we ill have to drinkt again some iiime Vertron" 

Verton takes the hand and shakes it, before sliding a large bag of money across the table "Y-uow enred it frair and sqair, netts time you're in townd youell find me ere, ut first rund on you," 

Merida takes the bag, slipping it into her dress, before standing up shakily and stumbling over to find the rest of her group...