Things were developing most interestingly. The usual prim and proper ALice had turned into Party Girl #1, while the dramatic and theatrical Sofia had become a dainty and quiet, well-mannered lady. Brandy, the noisiest and most rambuctious however, somehow managed to remain the moderate inbetween of both the others. While one might have expected her to slam down tankard after tankard, get up mon a table and start dancing while undressing and singing vulgar songs of a raunchy nature not fit to be written out, lest the ESB board get involved, she actually somehow managed to remain... Normal?

While Alice chugged down mug after mug of alcohol and had herself join in drinking contests, and get noticeably drunk, Brandy remained even-paced and restrained. Sure, she was drinking far more than Sofia, but she interspersed her drinking with eating food, in particular bread, and while she was definetely showing signs of flushed cheeks and intoxication, she wasn't slurry or incoherent in her speech, nor wobbly or googley-eyed. Perhaps the satyr had some natural resistance to alcohol? Or maybe she was just one of those people who knew her own limits and didn't over-indulge since she might want to enjoy the festivities more?

Whatever the case, the little nougat-skinned girl was happy to spur her friend on, shouting 'Chug!' along with the other patrons of the establishment when Alice started downing drink after drink, and squeed in cheerful glee whenever the werewolf finished a tankard. She was also being quite generous with her part of the group's earnings, ordering food and drinks for the entire crowd, getting her many cheers and applause - and a few marriage proposals - from the other guests.

Amidst the chaotic and jovial celebration, a meek Sofia piped up and asked the satyress a question which made the girl laugh in a good-natured and bemused fashion.

"Maa-haa-haa~! Wha'chja talking about, Sofers? Al's [i][b]always[/b][/i] like this, ain't she? When we're walking around outside she's running all over and sniffing the stumps and bushes, yeah? When we're in a fight, she punches 'n kicks the bad guys in the scrote. This just how our Al be, y'know?" Brandy said, with a smug, almost proud, look on her face, as if she was walking about her daughter or a sister or soemthing... Also, Brandy seemed to have a very interesting view on ALice's personality and mannerisms...

"But hey! You needa refill, girl! [b]MA'AM![/b] Get my girl here some sweet mead, 'kay?" Brandy called out, ordering a pint iof sweet honeyed mead for her undead friend, whether she wanted it or not.

Upon being accosted by Alcie and given the proposal of trying one of her super sweet beverages, Brandy's ears twitched happily and she smushed her cheek against Alice's, cuddling the werwolf's face wioth her own.

"Sure! I'd love to try it! I bet'cha it's just as tasty as you~!" Probably a comment about how she'd slurped Alice's cheek back in the forst, though as the other guests weren't aware of that tidbit, a large and elongated 'ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!' rung out through the bar, followed by clapping, laughing and whistling. And Brandy's laughter.

The merry atmospehre continued for quite a while, until things eventually winding down. Either because guests got so sloshed that they just fell asleep or went unconscious, or hbecause they had to leave. Our girls, eventually, had to make their way out as well. Brandy, havind drunk her fair share of booze, was stull in fairly stabile condition, enough so that she could at least shoulder a certain over-inebriated werewolf. the trio were now walking through the strets of an otherwise quiet and sleepy Gnarlton, heading for a local inn that had been recommended to them by the owner of the tavern.

"Hey Sofers. I forgot to tell ya this, but I'm so glad I get to travel with you'n Al. You're both so strong and cool, and you even let a rookie-cookie like me tag along. You're awesome, you know that right?" Brandy said, smiling kindly as she looked at the undead huntress, while still keeping a mumbling drunk dog-lady upright and on the road. "Whoop, Al! No touchies there! C'mon you lush, maa-haa! We're almost at the inn. You can fondle and grope all you want once we get ya into a bed, yeah?"

Ah, youth.... And ethanol... Lovely combination.