Mockshah and Myrsanne

As he sat there with his female drinking companion at the Adventurer's Tavern, drinking commenced. Both drink one beer and the audience cheered. A second beer for both receives a second round of cheers followed by applauses. Beer number three results in cheers, applause, a few coins tossed or placed on the table. Their Fourth Beer saw more applause, cheers, coins, finer mugs to drink from. Drink number five turned into a spectacle as they drank from bigger mugs. It was not long before the pair of them were carried outside in the finest armchairs. Right outside the pair of them drank their sixth beer in larger mugs. One would believe that it would be from small keg sized mugs full of beer. Two wooden chests were placed on the flanks of the tables. Each filled up with coins, trinkets, and jewels. Some fine-looking women were sent to join them despite someone not receiving a date that very week. It hopefully would be for this very night and not a decade of their lives. As pretty as they were it would not be necessary to push them to look good for the pair of drinkers in competition. 

Once drink number seven came along the pair of them looked at each other with zeal in their eyes. All around them the crowd egged them on along with cheering. Some chanted their names as they went to the eighth drink of the night. Mockshah only allowed one of them beauties to stand next to him looking fine and desirable while improving his image for some reason. He viewed it was unnecessary and took away someone else's chance. Two other women in the audience could have stood by him for free or a lower price. While chugging his eighth beer he could not help but wonder if the opponent knew of how many hearts, they destroyed tonight their greed over the number of women standing by them. Not bothering to count the number of women Mockshah grabbed his ninth beer then proceeded to outdrink his opponent. Yes, he was getting drunk, but his victory was in sight. Her hands and eyes could not help themselves. Round number ten came up. His adversary was not ready this time. She swayed a few times, nearly passing out then jolting back up before she slammed her head on the table spilling the contents of drink number ten. Victorious this very night Mockshah forced each pretty face to find a lonely lad or man with no companion. If they did not, he would toss their ass into a chest and drown them. Staggering to get up Mockshah slowly made his way through the audience to find a dark-skinned woman who appeared dark brown in skin town. Black curly, flowing hair, red robed outfit fine features, and curves, a dark elf assassin named Mel waited for her victor.