[b][color=ed1c24][color=9e0b0f]Morgan Rouge - Beacon Academy Ballroom - Monday Evening[/color][/color][/b]

Morgan downed another shot of rum, letting the burning liquor vanish down the back of his throat before letting off an impressive belch.

“And that,” he said with gleaming smile. “Is how you you’re supposed to take a shot!”

Onlookers cheered, some clapping and some merely looking in awe as he promptly refilled his shot glass with another measure of rum from his rapidly dwindling supply he’d managed to [color=ed1c24][/color]sneak aboard the airship earlier. All around Morgan’s little stake of space in the ballroom interested or bewildered students tried their own hand at sampling Morgan’s stock of Mistral Coast Black Kraken Rum. 

He’d only had about eight other shot glasses in the depths of one his steel chests so he’d been divvying up drink and sharing out the glasses to as many of the other students who wanted to brave the strong liquor as he could with every finished shot. Some of the landlubbers (Vale kids mostly) took a quick sip and almost immediately handed their glasses off to someone else with sour expressions. Others had sipped at their glasses, wincing at the strong grade, but finishing them. A very respectable few were downing the shots whole like Morgan. But, he noted with satisfaction, no one was tanking them down quite as smoothly.

“Come on!” He bellowed, egging on the students currently holding glasses. “Finish up, we’ve got a whole room of layabouts to get drunk on the one night the professors decide to leave us completely unsupervised!” 

He noted with a buzzed satisfaction that more were trying to repeat Morgan’s feat of alcoholism, and his little party was quickly drawing interest from the overfilled ballroom. Many of the other students around him were already flushed with inebriation and laughing at their own stories and jokes. The ice long shattered by the shared comradery that only a stiff drink could provide.

Empty shot glasses returned to the make-shift table Morgan had improvised one of his steel chests into, and he immediately refilled them from one of two remaining bottles of rum before raising his glass out to the rest of the students in the ballroom.

“Come on and join us,” Morgan bellowed, beckoning more students to come by for a drink. “There’s a big day awaiting us and we ought to greet it by the hair of the dog!”