🍹Captain’s typical drink order
Herbert would occasionally visit the Highwayman Tavern owned by his close friend and confident Bertrand, as it is generally speaking the only place he’d visit for a drink on his own account. His drink order is most of the time, non creative, as he is not much of a drinker himself other than wine, which he views less as alcohol and as a tasteful beverage that he’d consume in small amounts. Thus he generally ask for a glass of the most popular ale offered at the tavern, plain old cider, or anything Bertrand himself would recommend him try out.
Most of the time he trusts his old friend not to surprise him with something of too high percentage or of experimental tastes. Most of the time.
🍺 What happened the first time he got drunk ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
It was a fateful day back in 1622... where life was still relatively consequence-free...
Herbert left his home that year soon after he came of age to join the Garde du Corps, where he begun his arguably difficult life as a soldier. Though before everything spiralled downhill for him, he served well in the King’s Household Cavalry without much trouble, and with the occasionally opportunity to hang out with his comrades. He was also subsequently introduced to the soldier’s life culture and had a few awkward, memorable experiences here and there. Though being the honourable young man he was who eagerly wanted to establish a good reputation, he stayed out of trouble for the most part, never got directly involved in any dramas or gotten entirely wasted and did questionable things, for that matter. He did, however, lost himself a little bit a few times here and there, though not nearly as bad as the first time he got a taste of how dangerous alcohol can be if consumed more than he could handle.
It was a after Christmas party in 1622, and goodie-two shoes little Herbert for once agreed to join a few of his older associates to a tavern party. Without realising that mixing drinks gets people drunk faster, and that one of the cider he was handed had some strong liquor mixed in it, he got inebriated before he even realised that he had had too much booze. Besides some very scattered early memory here and there of him being tad bit more outgoing than usual, and maybe a few hugs and platonic cheek kisses, he could not for his life remember what happened later that evening. While others insisted that he did not do anything outrageous, except maybe more relaxed and fun and had to be walked back to the palace, he was utterly horrified and suspicious of how they seemed to all be suppressing a laughter when addressing that night’s events. Since then, he swore to himself to definitely limit the amount of alcoholic beverages he would ever consume at once.
Luckily for him, he has never been a huge fan of alcohol with the exception of selective wine, thus it never affected him greatly that his tolerance is, whether he realises or not, not very high. He is, in general, a more relaxed and happy drunk though, whilst still clinging strongly to his basic principles and thoughts that recently occupies his mind. Also, as far as he is concerned, he hasn’t thrown up on anyone, or in an alley, yet. So good for him.