@vuldak-juneau location: Stumble Inn notes: well yes!
Nights like this were what made Emre feel alive: the scent of spilled ale, and the warmth of a fire that could barely compete with the cacophony of cheers erupting from his table. Emre’s cheeks were flushed, and his words slurred as he barked out a laugh, the sound a mix of triumph and drunken revelry. "Is that all you’ve got? I've met chickens tougher than you!" The crowd roared as the miner’s knuckles inched closer to the table. With a final grunt, Emre slammed the man’s hand down, spilling a tankard of ale in the process.
Emre's downfall and redeeming quality was the more drunk he became the stronger and sharper his reflexes seemed to become. Those that lined up probably thought they'd find an easy win, given his state, but hand after hand came slamming down into the table. "Hey-" He greeted, "I know you, you were with that girl. The one that tried to rob me." Emre gestured to the line-up of tankards he'd won tonight, "I can spare one if you're looking for a drink."