Sheriff's manor - Culture Tour After-Party

[L .]

Aurelia shoots a dismayed look to Dukes. She can't win. She would have to support Aldrich no matter what.

"Fine," she mutters miserably. "What do you want."

[Manacledairman]

"Sheriff, you don't perchance have to hand a large bowl that I might use for this contest? One that would hold punch perhaps or something similar?" Aldrich smiles entirely unphased by Jerome's posturing.

[Posh-Tim]

All things considered, Keane is starting to calm down a bit. The tea is taking edge off (again) and Valentina's proximity is a welcome gift, pretty much a life-raft in the sea of chaos he has thrown himself into. Oddly enough, the drinking contest helps. Such pointless shows of bravado are familiar even to him as he suspects they predate any of the guests in the room. He sits back to watch, the slightest hint of relaxation settling in.

[Manacledairman]

"So rules, simple enough, each round we shall drain a glass each, in turn. The loser will be the one who is unable to say the words "I, your full name, wish for another drink." Or until one of us passes out or vomits. Sound fair?" He smiles removing his jacket and rolling up his sleeves, those paying attention see two feint tattoos on Aldrich's inner forearms.

[alanwrotethis]

Dukes gestures at the cabinet.
"I have silverware in there, for spectacle for my seance clients.

At Jerome's dare, the Sheriff's face blanches.


At Aurelia's agreement to the wager, nerves on edge at a beloved tome's fated ravishing at Durham's tainted hands:
"Ermmm... ah! If I win, double the prior deal, two good books. If you win...."
He stares at Durham in concern.
"I take two turns after Durham... you pick the questions.... "

[Jerome Price]

Jerome takes off his jacket and loosens his shirt grinning all the while, "Agreed" he doesn't wait, pours a drink and calls "I, Elder Jerome Emile Price Keeper of Aquae Sulis, wish for another drink." He necks the drink and nods to Elder Aldrict.

[Manacledairman]

"excellent." Aldrich jumps up to fetch the silverware himself, is aura is glowing with excitement, this is the most fun he's had in decades.

[Manacledairman]

Aldrich quickly mixes his own vitae into the bowl with a concoction of spirits. He scoops a cupfull out and downs it.

"I, Elder Aldrich Beaufort, Paragon of Clan Ventrue, Architect of the Camarilla wish for another drink!"

[Andross Blint]

Andross simply shakes his head at the stated dare.
"I do hope you consider the potential paper cuts you may face Durham...."

[Jean-Jacques]

Just about recovered Jean-Jacques has regained his feet, and his senses a little though is still a little unsteady as he rises...