The first task: Mead on the house!

"Oy, I've got one!" A particularly rough looking member of the crew spoke up, his voice cutting through the rest of the commotion. The room died down into quiet muttering as they stepped aside to make way for a massive man to step up to the Bravos. Though she wasn't certain, Emmaline felt it was likely he had a fair share of orcish blood in him to explain his massive size. The man, one of his legs replaced by an intricate bit of clockwork machinery, and seemingly bearing more scars than patches of normal skin stepped toward the Bravos with a scowl. For all his intimidating statue, Emmaline noticed there was still quite a bit of a ceremonial feel to his speech, the way he moved. The fact that the chaotic crowd had moved for him so quickly just sealed her belief: this was still part of the presentation.

"I challenge the lot of ye..." As he spoke, the man's hand drifted to the handle of a scimitar at his side. Emmaline felt the rest of the Bravos tense up and was about to try and reassure them when he finished his announcement "To two rounds of mead!"

The quiet room erupted into cheering and applause. Before anyone had time to react, Connie and an elven woman dressed in garb that pushed the line between dancer and whore came up to the Bravos, hands full with an impressive number of steins of mead. There wasn't much time to turn them down as the mugs were quickly stuffed into the Bravos' hands and the two women disappeared back into the crowd.

"Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!" the chanting filled the mess deck, countless voices made one echoed back again and again in the crowded space.

There were a few hesitant glances among the Bravos, but Emmaline was perfectly in here element. She turned to flash a quick grin back at Robin, then ran forward, balancing the mug in one hand as she vaulted and twisted her way up onto a nearby table. Emmaline held the mug up high, all eyes turned to her. "To the Midnight Duckling!" She yelled, then tilted it skyward, pouring the hearty drink into her mouth. The crew cheered as she just kept going, finally pulling the mug away and turning it upside down to reveal that it was completely empty.

Emmaline grinned, looking over to see some of the other Bravos working on their drinks as well. Two meads would be a fairly easy way to complete one challenge, after all. It would be silly of them to try and walk away from it. Although, Emmaline realized as she climbed down from her table, the mead she had just chugged seemed was hitting her a lot harder and faster than she had expected. Emmaline was no stranger to ****, so she realized this much have been some pretty powerful stuff...

Becky was the last to finish her stein, due in part to both her small size and hesitance to impair her senses. A drunk doctor isn't much use to anyone, after all.

She had only just set down the mug on a nearby table when the second round of drinks was pushed into their hands. Emmaline cheered, drawing the attention of the crowd once again, and began to down it, while out of the corner of her eye she saw her friends starting on their second beverage as well, some more reluctantly than others.