"Maa-haa-haa~! Yeah! You sure did, Al." Brandy responded to her ally's question about her supposed 'winning'. Although, how one exactly [i]won[/i] at drinking was a rather subjective inquiry in and of itself, but given that the little alchemist had drunk grown men nearly twice her size and weight under the table, and was still somehow standing - albeit unsteadily - it was probably fair to agree with Brandy. This oncce at least.

Hearing Sofia's acknowledgement of her, and completely ignoring the bits about ehr being headstrong and misguided, a big old smile spread across the satyr's face, and her ears flitted happily, as did her little tail. She then proceeded to glomp the undead archer, with Alice still glomping her. Making it a three-way glomp. Which almost caused the trio to tumble over right then and there. Fortunately, they didn't. The reason? A certain werewolf suddenly had to break off to go and empty out her stomach in an adjacent gutter. Which caused a certain undead to wrinkle her nose and looked displeased, and a bout of hysterical laughter from a certain tanned satyress.

"Jeez, Al! You're such a mess! Maa-haa-haa~!! C'mon ya lush, we gotta get you back home." Of course, getting back home wasn't really possible, since Alice hailed from Gromril, but the implication was easy enough to understand, even if Brandy's liquor-soaked mind wasn't fully cognisant of it.

The inn they arrived at was a fairly nice one. Clean and tidy, and the kind pair of elderly proprieters were friendly and agreeable - as far as dwarves go anyway. Having gotten Alice up the stairs, soemhow with the help of two others, Brandy waved Sofia goodnight.

"See ya in the mornin', Sofers. C'mon you, you can fondle and poke all ya wat once we get to bed." Brandy said, supporting the werewolf into their room. Though by the time they got inside, the alchemical drunk had already fallen asleep, chin resting on the rather sizable chest-pillows of the farm girl, who just laughed and gently stroke the other girl's hair. "Jeez, you're such a spoiled baby... C'mon, let's get some sleep."

For the first time in... Well, forever... Brandy showed some actual capacity for maturity, acting much like an older sister - despite being two years younger than her drunken ward - and got Alice into bed. Though not before taking off the other's clothes and making sure she hadn't soiled her underwear or had any other[i] accidents[/i]. Once that was done, Brandy herself got undressed and laid down in the bed to, resting the werewolf's head against her busom while still gently stroking the other girl's head and hair. She just smiled quietly until she herself fell asleep.

Come the morning, >Alice would find her face snuggly wedged inbetween two very soft blouse bunnies... Which for some reason weren't contained by a brassier... Then again, having kept that on would perhaps have made things uncomfortable for Alice's face... Or it could just be that Brandy was a pervert and ran around braless.... The latter was likely more plausible...