Chapter 12 – Hanging out.

Roland was looking at some coins on the table, the numbers hovering above them indicated the sum. It was a number above 100 which would put it above one large silver coin. He then looked at bar wench snatching that large sum, leaving three large pitchers of unidentified booze behind. There were already some bottles spread out that were open and half empty.

“What you looking at Roland? Drink up!”

Sahildr shouted out while she herself grabbed one of the large pitchers and started drinking directly from it. Roland wasn’t sure what kind of alcohol was in there, but it was dripping down this muscular woman’s mouth and right onto the table. He had been doing business with the girls for a couple of weeks now and they were having a little party at the local tavern. He had apparently gotten through the trial period and they now wanted to go deeper into the dungeon with him.

“You sure you should be bringing a minor here?”

Roland narrowed his eyes at the three girls. Even though he was an older gentleman on the inside, on the outside he was a ten-year-old. His party members thought that he was slightly older and apparently in this world after you obtained your first class, you were considered an adult. There was no such thing as an age cut of for drinking, so they didn’t see anything wrong with this situation.

“Minor? what’s that? Is that some good liquor?”

Rebecca asked while pouring herself a tall glass of the alcoholic beverage then chugging down on it. Roland was amazed at how well these two girls were handling their alcohol, even if he thought back to his old college days he couldn’t recall anyone being this much of a binge drinker as these two.

“I guess no one cares as long as they have the money for it…”

He grumbled under his nose, mostly saddened by the fact that he got peer pressured into chipping in. He lost a whole twenty large copper coins that were worth close to four goblins. He suddenly felt someone’s hand on his shoulder and spotted the third party member looking at him.

It was Reyna the wolf girl, her face was all red and her wolf ears were twitching all over the place. She had an uncharacteristic shit-eating grin plastered all over her face.

“Rlaond whut ae ya dotign, drink with bing shis!”

She was already quite drunk and pushing a glass of booze against his face. The moment he got a whiff of it he almost gagged.

‘How can these people drink this?’

He started pushing the white wolf girl away with both his hands, but the stat difference started getting apparent as she didn’t budge from her spot.

“You sure are chatty today…”

He bobbed and weaved while trying to evade the smelly cup of alcohol. The wolf girl was quite persistent with her assaults the other two just watched and laughed from the side.

“Dis is a ruight of pasuge! Druink upppu!”

She jabbed her finger into Roland’s side which made him open up his mouth. The wolf girl’s eyes shown in a golden hue as she skillfully deposited the beverage into his gullet. At least that’s how it looked like from her perspective, in reality, she just splashed the whole thing onto the young boy’s face.

Roland closed his eyes and spit most of the alcohol out but some made its way down his throat. It had a familiar cheap taste and also he could feel it burning his throat.

‘Bah, this is badly distilled booze!’

He was a drinker as any college student but after one night of heavy drinking, he had sworn never to drink again. He had a criminally weak stomach and had to suffer each day after such events so he had decided to just stop.

Sahildr and Rebecca decided to join in on the fun. They held him tightly and forced more alcohol down his mouth. The two watched the liquid slide down one of the bottles as the boy chugged.

“Hic”

“Drink up boy, men have to be able to hold their liquor!”

“Hic”

The rest of the night was a blur. He remembered vomiting quite a bit while dancing with his shirt off on the tavern table, some other people were cheering him on while shouting out his Goblin Slayer nickname. He woke up on the other day in an unfamiliar room at some inn. He was with the rest of his party members that were passed out. His head was killing him along with his back as he spent the night face down on the hard wooden floor while the girls were sharing one bed together.

“Oof…my head…urp…”

He held his hand over his mouth and bolted out of the room. He managed to run outside the inn door and then instantly vomited again, the people just gave him some side glances as this wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.

‘I need to get out of this city before those three idiots kill me…’

He wiped his mouth with his forearm and dragged his body back into the inn. This one wasn’t the one that he was using, so he concluded that his female party members must have dragged him here. He couldn’t recall much from what happened last night, he got drunk rather fast and it didn’t take long for him to lose it.

‘Guess I have a weak stomach in this new body too…’

He returned to the room that his three ‘friends’ were. He was greeted to a funny sight of the two smaller girls sprawled out under the taller girl. Her feet were placed on the faces of Rebecca and Reyna, she herself had her head dropped down at the edge of the bed that was too short to contain her whole height. He had a vacant expression on his face while looking at his three smelly party members.

‘Man… they are even snoring…’

Roland didn’t drink all that much and passed out fast. His party members continued drinking into the night. This was why they were still passed out while he himself was already on his feet. Roland’s image of how girls were cute and beautiful creatures was shattered this day, the smell in this room was also something to remember.

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He grabbed his clothes and removed himself from the room. He needed to drink some water, there were also special potions to alleviate hangovers. He was just too stingy to buy it and would rather use the money for something else. He returned to his own inn and flopped on his bed, still hungover. He had noticed that he had gained alcohol resistance, which made him think that he could probably get some other resistances in a similar way.

‘Do I really want to eat poison to get more resistance?’

The first thought was to eat some mild poison and get that. Having poison resistance could prove quite handy but he wasn’t in a safe enough place to test this out. He also would need to spend some cash on poison cures if he ever attempted it.

He tried resting after drinking some water but his stomach was still rumbling. He and the girls were supposed to head into the lower floors of the dungeon this day, but from his standpoint that would have to wait till the next day. To his surprise, he heard a knock on his door followed by the voice of the party leader, Becky.

“Hey, Roland, why didn’t you come to the adventurers guild. We were supposed to meet up half an hour ago!”

The girl burst into the room looking just fine. She didn’t look like someone that had drunk herself to sleep the night before. They were going to meet up but he had thought that the small expedition would be put on hold. The girls had other plans apparently. After getting forced to get into his armor and robe he was yoinked outside and carried over like a sack of potatoes to the dungeon entrance by Sahildr. He theorized that the three females had built up alcohol resistance over the years and made a full recovery the next day.

“You need to learn how to hold your liquor Roland, don’t worry big sis will teach you!”

Sahildr smacked her chest with gusto while grinning at the smaller boy. Roland just shook his head side to side before grasping it with his hand as he still had a mild headache.