[color=teal][h1]Abigail Blackthorn[/h1][/color]

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[color=teal]"I swear you live within earshot of this bar, you always beat me here when someone else is footing the bill."[/color]

Abigail commented while waiting for her next drink, fingers tapping impatiently on the counter of the bar as Magnus slammed back yet another drink. The Ingvarr being able to put mug after mug of beer down without missing a beat did not surprise her, hell, if he was incapable of doing so, [i]that[/i] would have been the surprise. What always stood out was how the man seemed to always be here before anyone else, doubly so whenever free food and drink was being shelled out for again. Abigail always kept an ear out for whenever some celebration or another was going on, at least when she was already here drinking her latest earnings away, since that basically meant yet another day she could drink without cutting into her funds. Hell, if it happened enough she might actually be convinced to spend her coin on something more tangible for once. Maybe.

Pragmatically, despite the fact that the latest batch of new jobs were officially posted, it was pointless rushing the board. It was an absolute crush, and while Abigail could muscle her way past with the best of them, she couldn't be bothered to. A lot of the postings were team efforts, and she had learned from experience that the enthusiastic ones would grab a bunch to check, and inevitably would need an extra pair of hands. Then she chimes in if she is in need of coin, and just like that, another day on the job is ensured. Being Steel ranked now helped with that even more, plus it meant she got larger payouts overall. Which meant stronger booze and, as she was finding, more opportunities to get her hands on gear she might otherwise not have. She was even considering real armor finally, though that would not be before her next quest.

Abigail was interrupted by her next drink arriving, which she promptly slammed back with the same enthusiasm she always had. The only beer she liked more than cold, was free, and these were both, so she wasted no time in downing it and flagging the barkeep down for another. While it certainly hit her smaller frame harder than others, she was a seasoned drinker at this point and knew how to keep from becoming a mess. She spared a glance towards the Hundi duo who were paying everyone's tabs and, by extension, hers in time to see the nominally responsible looking one be more firmly clung to, recognizing the Silver ranked adventurer and her wife from prior open bar events like this. That overt clinginess got an amused snort from Abigail regardless, chiming in as her next beer arrived.

[color=teal]"What's the excuse to loosen the purse strings and force the bar to restock this time? I would make a sly remark on the last one but I really don't remember how that day ended up going."[/color]

Abigail would not look at a gift like free food and drinks too closely, at least not here in the Guild proper. She was making all due effort to keep up with Magnus, mostly because that was just how she drank, though with how busy the bar was, and how understaffed it was, her intake was slow enough she was still mostly functional and sober. Just buzzed enough to feel the warmth settle in with each beer she did get her hands on. She had a long ways to go until she hit the point of becoming a mess, again, so for the time being the Hundi couple had her attention. Mostly since watching Magnus drink got old when it meant she was not getting as many drinks by proxy, though she did not strictly blame the Ingvarr for that.