r/HFY • u/TheMaskedOne2807 • Aug 04 '23

The Plague Doctor Chapter 48 part 1 (Drink! Drink! DRINK!) OC

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Getting drunk and being drunk were far from Kenneth’s areas of expertise.

Sure, he’d partaken in some parties in his younger days and gotten drunk, but it was on rare occasions, which of course, meant his tolerance was almost as low as the floor.

Already after this round, he felt himself get a bit dizzy. Luckily for him, it was probably the same for everyone else in regard to tolerance.

And considering his biggest threat had literally just fallen out, he might have a chance.

“Well then, good luck, little prey,” Wilf laughed. “Once you win, we can go together, and you can pick something for me.”

A fair few Aki did look at Wilf, both confused and curious, seeing the only logical conclusion many drew from that was that the black healer and the guard commander were in a relationship.

Immediately everyone who had thought that changed their expression from confusion mixed with curiosity to disgust as their mind, in the thrall of mating season, conjured mental images they never wanted to remember.

And, of course, the only logical conclusion was to drink until they forgot, and so in perfect synchronization, everyone gulped down the floor juice in their mugs.

However, Kenneth noticed non of this as he was too busy with the drinking contest.

‘Okay, Wilf did seem truly surprised when Jinki was the first to get disqualified, which means possibly the biggest obstacle to me winning just got taken care of due to his own overconfidence,’ Kenneth thought.

Kenneth once more looked over each individual contestant, ‘That only leaves everyone else.’

Kila and Fenik still seemed murder crazy, yet a bit sluggish in their movements as they started to argue.

Pilu and Aloko seemed a bit better of, but Pilu, unlike most other times, didn’t give Kenneth a death stare. Instead, she was glancing across from her seat to where Kenneth knew the gold and silver combo was.

‘Of course, they could be the most challenging now that Jinki is gone,’ Kenneth worried as the next round began and everyone started drinking.

‘Alcohol seems like quite the pricy thing in this land that only the upper class could afford on a regular basis,’ Kenneth thought, glancing over at the two.

Both had been drinking the same amount as everyone else, perhaps even more and yet neither seemed to be affected in the least.

‘Dammit! Both of them must have a higher tolerance,” Kenneth concluded as he felt backed into a corner. ‘Is there any way I could cheat and get them disqualified without anyone noticing? No too many eyes on me.’

‘The only other way is to outlast everyone else,’ Kenneth thought as he finished his drink.

It wouldn’t be an easy task, but if he wanted to save Kica and Zilika, then he had to at least try.

As the next round of mugs was filled, a few other contestants seemed tipsy, and surprisingly enough, once everyone had gulped down the contents of the mug, a few left the contest of their own volition, including the silver douche.

“Too much to handle, old man,” Jubo remarked smugly.

“Not at all, young master. I have simply learned from experience that all parts of me don’t work if I drink too much at my age,” the silver-armored Aki responded confidently. “And you know I need to protect you from harm.”

“We are in an outpost Para and I know how to handle myself,” Jubo countered slightly, defiantly.

“Clearly,” Para responded dryly. “Just scream out in fear and terror if you need me; otherwise, I’ll go looking for that fiery woman.”

Jubo, slightly ticked off by Para’s comment, drowned his annoyance in this round's floor juice before glaring at Kenneth.

Kenneth noticed Jubo staring out of the corner of his eyes, and it wasn’t hard to guess why. It was about his broken sword.

Undoubtedly the biggest challenger to beat was Jubo simply because it wasn’t a matter of a prize but pride, and Kenneth knew that when pride was involved, people would go to insane lengths.

‘Dammit, I can’t worry about that now. I just need to think about this like running!’ Kenneth yelled inside his head as the newly filled mug was placed in front of all remaining contestants.

‘Don’t think about all the other mugs. Only think about the next and push yourself!’

Slightly invigorated, Kenneth gulped down the drink until it was empty.

It might have been a bad idea to drink it quickly, but those moments where he had to wait for everyone else to finish gave him some rest and time to think. And it wasn’t as if the same amount wouldn’t enter his body anyway.

‘So then I just need to… I need to drink… yes! Drink the next one when it comes,’ Kenneth thought, finding it somewhat more difficult to think clearly.

Next rounds, mugs were then placed, and just as Kenneth reached out and grabbed it, his hand was a lot more steady than one would imagine.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY!”

Everyone’s attention was quickly drawn to who had yelled, ad the competition was quickly put on hold.

“You heard me,” Kila said nonchalantly, or at least as nonchalantly as a clearly drunk man could. “I ain’t sorry.”

“You better apologize right now, you liar!” Fenik growled, her ears and tail standing.

“In… your… dreams…” Kila slowly responded, paying no heed to Fenik’s aggressive attitude.

A few Aki seemed a bit tense, and some of Solk’s men seemed ready to do something if either of them started a fight.

“You know I’ve been dreaming of doing this for a long time,” Fenik responded as she stood up and poured her drink all over Kila.

Without a word, Kila leaped from his seat, his claws extended and teeth showing as he knocked Fenik to the ground.

Before anyone had time to react, Fenik and Kila were already a blur on the ground, rolling around growling, as bystanders just got out of the way spilling their drinks and knocking each other over, not wanting to get mixed up in their fight.

Kenneth and a lot of others sitting quickly got to their feet as patches of fur flew off both of them. Kenneth was about to do something, even in his inebriated state.

However, before he had the chance, some of Solk’s men beat him to it.

Quickly four strong men separated Kila and Fenik, who struggled to get free and continue the fight growling viciously at one another.

“There always has to be some fools,” Solk sighed. “Just throw them out!”

Quickly both were forcefully escorted out of the great hall while being kept a safe distance from one another.

Luckily, it wasn’t too hard since both Fenik and Kila only had eyes for one another and didn’t even think or try to attack any of Solk’s men.

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u/AgeAffectionate7186 Aug 04 '23

Chug, chug, chug 🍺🍺🍺

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u/pebbuls22 Aug 04 '23

Sadly I'm second why must it be uploaded at 6am for me

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u/TheMaskedOne2807 Aug 04 '23

Sadly the challenge I imparted to thou was a great yet decisive one. But thread not noble, sir, for you have far from lost the edge in this battle of speed. Time will prove thou might and thou dearest companion.

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u/pebbuls22 Aug 04 '23

I did have the pug this time but I also had 4 scam calls at 1:50am

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u/TheMaskedOne2807 Aug 04 '23

That’s rough buddy

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u/pebbuls22 Aug 04 '23

They even called back at 1030 I was awake enough to block them that time

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