"Huhuh. Kinda ironic that you're bringin' your stuff down here to the Salamandastron cellar, don't you think?" Darklett snickers, stepping into the cool room and walking backwards, talking to Keita, who is following behind him. "Thanks for the, uh... Donation of your brew, again."

"Lemme guess. I nevah told you how I met Rahier, did I?" It doesn't /quite/ sync with what he's said, but it does. Honestly. She smirks, shaking her head as she follows after him. "Back when I was just startin' out with the tavern, I'd borrow supplies. Most of m'early stuff came righ' from this room. Rahier n Rory found me in here borrowin' away. 'Tis how we met. Tis also how Rahier came t have a lifelong supply o' free drinks from me, too." She snorts.

"Ah. Blackmail... What a wonderful thing." Darklett hops up on a keg, using it as a seat. "You don't mean to tell me your special brew's hidden somewhere /here,/ do you?" He flashes a grin at Keita, better let her know he's joking before he loses something, say, his life.

Despite that grin, Keita flashes her own look at him. It's a look that says she's amused but that he totally shouldn't mess with her, maaaaan. She's not /even/ joking. She rooolls her eyes and follows after him, hopping up onto a keg one keg over from him, so that there's one between them to serve as a table of sorts. This is where she places her special brew. "Only way m'special brew /evah/ gets int' one o' these kegs is if Neville finally drops the act n admits that he can't do any bettah than me n he buys it." Ha. XD That seems to strike her as /very/ agreeable, and she smirks.

"Looks like I'll be visiting Halyard still, then. Lucky you." Darklett smirks cheekily at Keita. "Heh, and I've been drinkin' a bit more socially recently. Building up a tolerance, so you can't drag out any more deep, dark secrets that I might have in my reserve, eh?" He flashes her a joking wink.

Eyebrow waggle. "I c'n /always/ coax out more, m'good friend." Snerk. She picks up the bottle she's brought along and, tilting it to her lips, takes the first drink. She then holds it out to Darklett, nodding her head.

Darklett inhales and opens his mouth to respond to that, but just pushes it back out into a laugh of a sigh, taking the bottle and having a drink, two swallows, and then down. "Ehh... Who's saying I've got anything else you'd be interested in?" He passes the bottle back, lips twitching up to the side in a smirk.

Keita seems to consider that for a long and thoughtful moment. And then she smirks, grabbing the bottle from him before he's even really offered it very far her way. Ha. She starts to scoot forward on her keg, preparing to jump down. "Ya know, yer /righ'/, come t' think of it. What's the point in gettin' ya drunk? I guess I'll see ya latah, mate." Smirk.

"Hey... Hey." Darklett grins, reaching out a paw to try and snag... Well, anything on Keita to get her from leaving. "C'mon, I'm not tryin' to get rid of ya. Besides, there's probably something that I've forgotten along the way. Maybe I can tell you, and after I wake up you can remind me, and I can relive the horror /all/ over again..."

Well, causing him horror /does/ sound like a pretty neato-keen time, sooo... Keita shrugs and sits back, brushing at his paw to remove it from her shirt sleeve. "Ahem." Once it is removed, she settles back and takes another drink before passing it back Darklett's way. And that's all she says, mm-hm.

Darklett lets go of her shirt, pulling his paw back immediately. "Sorry, heh." The major scratches at one of his ears, taking the bottle with his other paw and having another drink, holding it in his mouth for a moment, before gulping it down. "...Ahh." The buck offers it to Keita. "What about you, though? Don't think I've ever seen ya drunk." A playful squint. "Got anything I should know before it stumbles its way out?"

"There are three, count them, /three/ reasons that ya've nevah seen me drunk." Keita holds up three fingers. "One, I don't hold m'drinks very well." One finger goes down. "Two, I don't /like/ the taste o' the drinks all that much." Another finger. "An' three, it cuts in on m'profits if I'm the one drinkin' it." She smirks. "Little known fact - you'll very rarely find yerself a drunk tavern ownah."

Darklett hms to himself at the end of the explanation. "Huh. Well, more for me, I guess, right?" He sticks his tongue out at Keita. "Though if you don't like the taste, who do you get to try the brew? And is that job currently open?" Dark grins at the doe, shifting on his keg-seat.

"Oh, I /taste/ 'em..." She smirks. "Reasons one n two're kinda tied t'gethah, though. I don't drink much because the more I drink, the bettah it tastes. Ya know?" Keita drops a wink, then rolls her eyes. At herself. "Anyway." She holds the bottle out to Darklett, knocking it against his arm. "Here. Have yerself a drink." Mm-hm.

Wandering about the mountain has become Triss' new hobby. She doesn't feel very welcome anyplace else save the archery chambers or elsewhere in the caverns of the many mountain passageways. Perhaps she'll visit the cellars this time. The looks she gets up in the Recreation Room bother her too much. Thought she can't blame them. Most hares in the mountain have never seen her before. As she approaches the first door in the caverns, she hears voices. Hm...more beasts. Eh. She wants a drink anyway, and she's sure the tavern owner won't mind if she grabs a taste... "Ah, I get it. Sorta a shame you don't really get to enjoy your work, though..." Darklett takes the bottle with a smirk. "Hey, no need to be pushy about it, Kei." He tips the bottle back and has a couple gulps this time, lowering the bottle, and having to gulp twice more to down the stuff that's in his mouth already. And as Triss comes in, his footpaw seems to kick at the keg he's sitting on with his heel. The brew is passed back to Keita, and he raises his other paw. "Hey, Triss." Blink, blinkblink. "Kei. Is this stuff heavier than usual?"

Well, she's come to the wrong place if it's more looks she's avoiding. Because Keita certainly doesn't recognize the other doe. Brooow quirk. Perhaps she's new. Ah well. With a small shrug, she glances back to Darklett. "Hm? No. Shouldn't be."

Well, Triss quirks her brow right back at Keita. Hm. After waving to Dark, she peers through the gloomy light to Keita. "Lo," she says, peering at the bottle in her paw. "I...uh...jus came fer a drink, didn' mean ta bothah anybeast..." she adds, still looking at Keita. Hm.

Darklett looks down at the bottle, strangely. "Hm. Must not be pacin' myself." He blinks, and since Keita doesn't take the bottle, he has another drink, swallowing it down with another sigh, nose twitching as he sets it on the keg next to him. "Don't worry, I won't tell anybeast. I do it sometimes, myself." A sluggish turn of his head puts him facing Keita. "You won't tell anybeast, will ya?"

Hmmmmm? Once Keita's done speaking to Darklett, her attention returns to Triss. And she returns the return look, if that makes any sense. "One /has/ t' wondah what it is about all you Patrollahs that ya seem t' insist on drinkin' in cold, dark rooms." She smirks, looking amused, and shakes her head. "Ought t' do it in a /propah/ tavern. Say... Halyard, fer instance." Mm-hm.

Shameless self-advertising. "Halyards a good tavern," Triss mentions, smiling slightly at Keita. Its apparent she doesn't know who Keita is. "I've eard the owner can be a tad overbearin at times, though...mighta 'eard wrong...never met 'em m'self," she adds, walking over to Darklett. Oooh. This could be good. "'Sides, I 'aven't been there in many a season, mighta changed 'ands b'now." She grins up at Dark. "Enjoyin' the brew?" she smirks.

The major looks over to Keita as she says something about Halyard, and just snickers, leaning back against the cool stone wall. "Enjoyin'? Yeah, I'm enjoyin' it a lot. It's Halyard's special brew, ya know." Darklett's ears swivel, a little self-importantly, before he shakes his head and grabs the bottle again. Snooze you lose, Kei. Gulp.

"Oh, aye, /that/ ole blowhard? Righ' arse, yer righ'. Just keeps goin' ooon n ooon, nevah knows when t' stop." Tsk. Tsk, she says! Offering a sage nod of her head, Keita grabs the bottle /back/, taking a thoughtful sip. "But, ya know, /I/ heard that comes from growin' up in a big fam'ly. Gotta shout fer what ya want, y'know it? So we shouldn't judge the deah too harshly." Oh, no. Heaven forbid.

"Hm. I wouldn' know, my family was the Long Patrol..." Triss replies, looking oldly at Keita. Well. Odd doe. "Erm...may I 'ave a drink?" she asks, watching Keita take a sip of the brew. "Seem to be quite enjoyable," she quips, looking back to Darklett almost swaying on his keg.

Darklett's brows raise at Keita's tirade, his mouth going into a small o shape as he looks back at Triss to see what she'll say. The bit of alcohol hasn't completely impaired him past knowing what spurred it on, but... Triss is oblivious. He shrugs and leans back against the wall again. Not quite /that/ drunk yet. Barely had the equivalent of a mug and a half by now! Albeit, in a short amount of time, but still. "I agree. Tavern owner of Halyard... Terrible doe. Horrible. Hear she... kills dibbuns in their sleep. It's, uh. What I hear, anyways."

"Oh, aye, n I hear she near 'bout hates the Patrol, too. 'Specially that deah, deah Colonel type thinger. Zoe, whatsit? I mean, the very thought, y'know? Hatin' that sweet deah of a lady. Terrible, terrible." Keita waves a paw about absently in the air, as if waving away her own words. She takes a long drink from the bottle before holding it out to Triss. "Here ya go," she concludes.

Looking a little more than slightly overjoyed, Triss takes the bottle and take several long swings. Licking her lips, she grins up at Dark, "Seasons this is some good brew..." she says, "You said it was from Alyard? Tha ol' blow'ard is flippin' good at wot 'e does..." Mmmm...gulpgulp.

Darklett snickers at Keita. "Mmhmm. Poor, misguided young lady. Just needs some direction, really! Beautiful eyes, though." Darklett looks at Triss in disbelief. "Huhuh. Yeah. Good brew, /he/ makes. Right, Kei?" He turns to the doe and elbows her in the ribs. So maybe it's got something to do with the empty stomach, as well.

"... Well. She /is/ rathah manly, I s'pose." Brow-quirk. That brow quirk is because hey, what? Beautiful eyes? Good misdirection Darklett? Ha ha? When he elbows her, however, she's forced to smirk again, rubbing at her rib cage. "'Ey, easy you. I c'n cut you off /any time/, y'know." It's a threat. An intimidating one. Mm-hm. "But, y'know, she /is/ a cripple. Not very nice t'be talkin' about a /cripple/." Tsk. She gives Triss a look, shaking her head with /strenuous/ disapproval.

Oh dear. Isn't this fun. "'Ey Dark...isn't the Colonel's young'un a...well, ownah or sommat at 'Alyard?" Triss asks, rethinking her previous statement. Hrm. Ok...time for more alcohol. She takes another swig, leaning against another keg near Darklett's. "'Ey Dark...wot's 'Alyard's ownah's name?" she asks.

After giving Keita his best "Nonono, m'fine, I don't need to be cut off!" Darklett's attention sticks to Triss for a loooong moment. "Oh... Wait, you're serious. The tavern's owner's sittin' right next to me, Triss. Oh, you were serious, weren't you... Oh." Well, isn't this awkward. He reaches next to him for the brew, but... It's not there. Triss is HOGGING IT.

Oh, and look, now Keita' buffing her claws against her shirt. And now she's blowing on them. In't she the humblest little thing you ever did lay eyes on? She looks up when she's done polishing her claws, with a cheeky little grin. "Ahhhh, that'd be Keita, at yer service." And she doffs an invisible hat to her.

..."Uh..." Triss's face blanches and she turns a bit white. "Y-yer Zoe's daughter?" she asks, staring at Keita, looking a little frightened. Oh shiz. "Um...um..." Smooth move, Exlax.

Darklett's paw starts reaching for that bottle Triss holds. Very nonchalantly. Stealth is key, here. He's leaning... to the side. It's kinda obvious what he's reaching for.

Frightened? Of little ole Keita? Psht. The doe seems to relent after a few seconds, grinning and shaking her as she scooches to the edge of the keg and hops off. She limps the couple steps to close the distance between herself and Triss, and extends first /one/ paw to pluck the bottle out of her paw and pass it over her shoulder to Darklett, and then with the other to offer her paw for a shake. This time her grin is less cheeky, more friendly. "Zoe's daughtah. Aye. That's my /given/ name. But most jus' call me Keita. Or Kei, if yer this drunk nuttah ovah here." She thumbs her paw toward Darklett and smirks.

Um. Ok? Triss stares after the bottle that has been so unceremoniously taken from her and takes Keita's paw. "Eh, sorry..." she mumbles, a bit embarrassed at her lack of ...well...knowing? "Eh...nice ta meetcha, kiddo..." Triss says, smirking up at Darklett after a second.

Darklett's work is done for him as he suddenly sees the bottle coming down from above. Ooh. He takes it. "Thanks, Kei." He does a quick pull from the bottle, then holds it up, swallowing a few times and grinning. Oh yeah. Feelin' alright. "I'm /not/ drunk. Or a 'nuttah!'"

"No, yer /both/," she replies over her shoulder, with an amused smirk sent Triss' way. "Bucks. Nevah are very good at holdin' their spirits, eh?" She winks, then leans in all conspiratorial-like. "Oh, also. Las' time I was called kiddo, I was... hum. Lesse. Not born yet." She grins. "Good t' meetcha, though."

"Am /not!/" Dark laughs out halfway through the second word, and takes another few drinks from the bottle, before setting it aside. Though, his paw's still on it. "I... am... faaaaaar from drunk. Gimme a second, I'll get drunk. One second."

Laughing rather heartily at both Keita's comment and at Dark. Oooh...he set the bottle down. "I'm almos' as old as y'mothah, I c'n call ya kiddo, kiddo..." Triss replies, giving Keita a wink. Maaaaybe she can get her paws back on that bottle...

Not bloody likely! Because Keita turns, going to hop once more up onto a keg one over from Darklett. She catches hold of the bottle around the neck, giving a tug on it. "Well, mistah sobah, why doncha try standin' on yer head, then? Only sobah folks c'n do that. I mean, I c'n honestly say I've nevah seen anyone standin' on their head in the tavern, so it must be true."

Triss cackles at Keita's challenge. Seems her few sips of alcohol haven't gotten to her past making everything a little bit funnier. But she still wants that bottle back. Just as Keita removes the bottle, Triss makes her move, missing and falling off the keg. A curse that could make an Irish sailor proud, she pops up again and looks for the bottle. Blast it all.

"Pssh. I couldn't stand on my head even if I was /sober./" Darklett chuckles, leaning against the wall again and... Kinda closing his eyes. "Er, I mean. I'm sober, but... Either way, can't stan' on my head. Drunk or sober. Can't do it." Dark's nose twitches, and his eyes open lazily at the crash then curse coming from Triss. "Hmm. Y'said I was the one that needed to be cut off..." Dark looks to Keita with a slow-spreading smirk.

Either Keita hasn't been taking very large sips or both Triss and Darklett are /serious/ lightweights. XD Or... perhaps Keita just has a very long fuse to drunkness? Mm-hm, perhaps. Either way, as Triss spills on the floor, Keita is in the process of a drink. The result? She nearly chokes on the liquid, snorting a laugh out through her nose as she brings the bottle a safe distance away. Snerk. "... Yeah. Righ'. I'll amend that t'both o' ya." She takes another, longer drink this time.

Looking up indignantly at both the younger hares, Triss grumbles. "I'm NOT drunk," she says pointedly. "Now..." she hauls herself up on top of a keg between the two. "C'n I ave some o that brew, /please/," she asks, looking pointedly at the bottle and readjusting her shirt.

"Hmph. Insulting, thinkin' I'm drunk..." Dark closes his eyes and rests against that comfy, cool wall once more. "Stuff tastes good, real good. I like it. Could drink it everyday, I think." Ramble, ramble.

"Not 'less ya promise not to call me kiddo anymore. I ain't even jokin', mate. Ya want me brewy-brew, you call me /ma'am/ or somethin'. Though, actually, now that I think about it," and she thinks about it a moment, giving a considering nod, "Sah'd do pretty well, too. Or 'm'lord', that's got a nice ring t' it." Mm-hm. Another affirmative nod, and another drain on the bottle before she holds it out not to Triss but /across/ her to Darklett. "Here ya go, ya ole drunk."

I /don't/ think so. Uh huh. Rude little wench. "Alrigh'...listen 'ere missy..." Triss says, snatching the bottle as it passes across her with a triumpant snicker. She begins to chug...

Darklett opens his eyes when he hears Keita speak, figuring that ya ole drunk means she's offering him the bottle... But when he opens his eyes, Triss has it and is drinking. What a let down. "Hey, Triss. Don't drain the thing. We dun keep that brew 'ere, it's a decil... delic..a... delicacy. That's a hard word to say."

Oh, see now /that's/ just not fair. Well, okay. Fine. That's /just/ fine. Triss certainly won't be getting any offers for lifelong free drinks any time soon. Grump. Keita scowls at the other doe but doesn't try to grab the bottle back. "S'not like..." Whew, dizzy. /That's/ a head rush. "... Like ya can't get yer own, y'know."

Now these two just aren't very much fun. Still with her head tilted back, Triss looks between the two hares. Sigh. Pulling down the bottle after only a gulp or two, she hands it over and waves it in front of Darklett. "You 'onestly think I was gonna hog all the good brew, pfft," she says, looking over to Keita and grinning widely.

Darklett oohs, grins, and takes the bottle. "Thankya." He swirls it around to see how much is left, and tilts it back, letting the brew pour into his mouth, and gulping it down quick, resting back again and holding out the bottle. "T'Kei," he murmurs. "Alright. So I'm a li'l drunk."

Snort! Laughter! "Ha, /yeah/. Jus' a /little/..." However, and she doesn't seem to notice this, it /actually/ comes out as lil. Not even 'li'l', with the /slight/ second syllable. Just lil. Mm-hm. She snorts again, taking the bottle. That is, she misses it the first time, the backs of her fingers hitting it the first time as she apparently forgets to open her paw first, and /then/ she takes it, the next time. Here's hoping none of them have cooties, otherwise they're all messed. Long drink.

"Hehee..." Darklett seems to doze off and wake up every second or so, but he is fully conscious the whole time. He watches Keita drink, then tries not to, looking to Triss. "Errythin' alright? Should talk to the Colonel. Getcher... Major back. Ya know..." He's still rambling.

Eventually the bottle thunks back down onto the keg beside Keita, and unlike Darklett, she releases the bottle. A vague smirk has appeared about her lips over the course of the last couple of minutes, as if she's thinking deeply on some subject or other. Thinking deeply on some /amusing/ subject or other, anyway. After what seems like a /very/ long time of silence - to her, anyway - she scoots forward on her keg and hops down. Her coordination seems to have been impacted, though, because she staggers on landing, careening to the side and bumping up against Darklett and his keg. She /snickers/, pushing off of him with a paw to his shoulder to straighten herself. "Bloody buck... s'late. M'goin' home."

Watching the proceedings with amusement, Triss nod rather sluggishly to Darklett. "Yeah...I should..." she mumbles, knowing full well Zoe is undoubtedly going to withhold her former title. Geh. She watches as Keita stumbles onto Darklett and grins. "'Night, kiddo..." she slurs with a wink.

"Hmm...?" Darklett watches Keita stumble over all the way, then against him. An unsteady arm goes up to... Steady her. Or help, at least. "Goin' home? T'alyard?" Blink, blink, dazed, flat-eyed blink. "Nn-nn. Yer too djunk ta." A slow, stalwart shake of his spinning head. "Mm-mm. Stay." He goes to stand up, himself, leaning on one of the kegs to do so.

"No... /yer/ too drunk t'. M'just /fine/." Sure she is. She uses her cane more as a steering mechanism than support for her crippleness, just at the moment. And she's decidedly headed toward the door. Her head is buzzing like a swarm of bees, at this point, a fog falling over her good judgment. Bad little alcy. Tsk-tsk. "Shee ya t'morrah." Except she won't. But it's just what you say, right?

Triss waves at Keita as she leaves, smiling drunkly and leaning against the cool stone walls. "Nice t'meetcha kiddo!"

"Nn-nn!" Darklett follows Keita. "Sersly, Kei... Kei, dun walk home tonight. Stay til morn." He shakes his head. He's drunk, but he at /least/ knows a 2 hour walk home while crippled and inebriated is /not/ safe. "Kei...?" Eventually, he makes it to the exit of the cellar. Hopefully, she's still within grabbing range, 'cause... That's what he tries to do. Sorta stumble-grab.

And he finds the back of her tunic! Yerk. She is tugged backward a teensy bit, her only recourse to swat rather uncoordinatedly at his paw. Whilst trying to say goodbye to Triss, at the same time. Also she's snickering. And... saluting? "G'night, old mum! Shleep well!" Ha! Haha! She kills herself. "Fine. I c'n just /drag/ ya." And she straaaains forward, trying to balance forward with all her weight to drag Darklett forward with her. Roooooight.

Darklett pulls on the back of her tunic as she walks forward, stepping forward himself and trying to get her to face him. "No." Probably the most firm thing anybeast'll get out of him for the rest of the night. "Just stay for th-night. Sober up li'l. Please."

Oh bother. He said please. What an insufferable word. She stares at him rather blearily for several seconds and for a /little/ bit there, it seems like she might have just... spaced out. But then, as if no time has passed at all, she smirks and shrugs. "... Fine, ll stay. M gon' go to bed." She gives one fierce tug on her tunic and gets free, only to stumble into the door frame with a snicker. She starts to turn, trying to straighten in the doorway and remove the paw that is supporting her balance as she does so. Tilt-tilt tiiiiilt... and thud she goes into a wall. And there's a /giggle/. This is why she doesn't drink. It hits her like a brick. "Nini, Darky-wark... wark-wark-wark."

Darklett seems to be content enough that she's staying, letting her go and watching her stumble around, and finally collapse... He giggles himself... Cause man, she's trashed, and even in his own drunken state, he can recognize that. But he looks back towards Triss. "Err. Help yaself, I guess. Ni." The major looks down at Keita, and... Well, at first, he tries to lift her up, but bending over to do that seems to be a bit of a task. So he then kneels, and kinda shoulders her, intending to drag her up two flights of stairs and into a bed. The path... is crooked.

Especially with a drunken down wiggling and giggling on your shoulder. She's facing the open cellar door as she is dragged and, lifting her head, she grins drunkenly to Triss and throws another salute and a final goodbye. "Night, kiddo! Kiddo kiddo kiddo. Tha's a good name. Kiiiid-o. Kiiiiiiid-o. Kiddokiddokiddo." And off they go in an uneven line with Keita muttering and giggling to herself all the way.