Talk:Dwarf/@comment-26115871-20151116192059/@comment-27049723-20151116210505

I pick her up and place her on the stool she was trying to get on before.

"In that case let's have a competition." I offer.

"What kind of competition?" she asks.

"Just a simple drinking contest, we keep drinking shots until one of us gets drunk, throw up, pass out or forfeit. Whoever does any of those things loses. If you win I'll pay for everything and I'll make your wish come true." I explain.

"And if you win?" she asks.

"Then you pay for everything and apologize to the bouncer over there." I say motioning to the now recently awoken bouncer.

"You're on!" she exclaims.

A few minutes later and it seems her small size has caused me to underestimate her alcohol tolerance, meaning I am rapidly losing the match and my sense of balance.

Seeing that I'm going to lose anyway, "You win I forfeit." I say as I stand and proceed to pay the tab.

"Yay!!" the dwarf exclaims joyously.

I sigh, and grab her hand saying, "A deal's a deal, lead the way."