How many Drinks does it take to get drunk!_Open_

[Nick]

Nick took his usual seat at Lennigans pub a smirk across his lips. He was having a relatively good day today and he wanted to end it with some drinks. Ordering some he glanced around. His favorite thing was a drinking game. He liked challanges whether it was drinking, fighting, or some other form he was a competator.

"hey.."He hollared out> Most of the people were used to him and his offer of a challenge. "Who wants to see if they can beat me"He raised his brows as he glanced around.

Nick was the type that was hot tempered and cussed like crazy. It was mostlyk to make up for the fact that he needed attention but wouldnt admit to it. Hed had huge abandonment issues and the way he learned to deal with it, was verbal and physical fights or well the challenges. He becomes the center of attention or well part of it. If he didnt have those hed probably be a wondering lost cause with severe issues. Now he was only a lost cause with issues.

((crap first post. sorry whoever applies lol))

[aliceroosevelt]

((Alice needs to get into some serious trouble. Hope you don't mind...))

She couldn't care about getting caught. She kept telling herself that if she got caught, she wanted to be, and if she didn't, she could do it again and again. Alice was half nervous as she walked around Brooklyn. The place had a bad reputation for one, and she didn't like going around there by herself. But she would have to. Her father wouldn't be looking around for her in a pub, and if he was he would be looking in Manhattan. Which was why the daughter of Governor Theodore Roosevelt stepped into the dimly lit pub. No one really looked at her as she entered, which was all the better. She had a slim chance of being recognized as Roosevelt's oldest girl here.

Dressed in a dress that she personally considered ugly, yet flattering to her slim figure, the seventeen-year-old entered in time to hear a boy about her age boasting from the bar, "Hey...Who wants to see if they can beat me?" Alice thought he might have been one of those boastful fellows who enjoyed drinking for sport. She had never had alcohol before. Her father would kill her if he found out she'd had some. All the better, she thought. She glanced at the boy, and decided to respond.

She wouldn't claim she could drink more than him, of course. She probably couldn't stand half of what he could, and certainly wouldn't be trying out her limiting tolerance right away. Instead she approached him and took the seat next to his. "I'd love to watch this..." she said, trying to make herself sound less educated than she normally sounded. The last thing she wanted was everyone in the whole pub knowing an aristocratic dame had shown up...