"Cheers!" a swift movement and the both of them downed their respective tankards at the same time, they had lost track of how many they had ingested by this point, their Adventurer constitution only forcing them to consume more and more of the hard stuff, but by this point the both of them had gone beyond a slight buzz to downright hammered.
"Y-You know what Zell? I think we may have g-got carried away" Swaying between words James had a hard time focusing, too distracted trying to divine which Zell was the real, without realizing that the real Zell was slight to his right laughing his ass off. Suddenly a commotion grabbed their attention, across the bar a burly man was seated at a table with another man thrown on the floor, several others surrounding them
and either cheering for the seated man or jeering at the downed one.
Quickly the only sober-looking one rushed to the seated man and lifted his arm "And there you have it folks! Another victory for the man, the myth the legend, Stevenson Bear-Arm! Who else is brave enough to try their luck against this giant of a man!?"
"He can!"
As one every member of the crowd turned to look at the pair.
Finding himself the center of attention Zell rapidly turned to find James pointing at him "I bet all the silver on me that this guy here can beat anyone in arm wrestling!" Murmurs started floating immediately and the gaze of the seemingly drunk patrons sharpened, they likely saw their clothes and recognized their quality. Zell looked towards James one more time only to receive a challenging smirk and a single phrase:
"Dew it"
Puffing his chest in response he made his way to the table and sat, this close he could see that the other man was at least a head taller than him and with arms as thick as his leg. With an easy small he placed his arm in position and looked expectatively at the other man. The announcer was quick on the uptake "Well folks look like we have a confident rookie in our hands! place your bets and grab your belts because we are about to see a show!" Saying so he inclined to whisper a "Make it quick" to the other man.
Once both were in position the crowd started making the countdown
"3!" He draws a deep breath.
"2!" He tensed his arm in preparation.
"1!" He released the breath.
"0!" He grabbed the hand with all his strength and using his whole body...
.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.+.
...threw the smaller man against a window, shattering it and sending the man flying across the street, yeah they lost some big money but it was not a reason to start a bar brawl in his opinion!
"Duck!" Heading the warning he crouched just in time to dodge the chair that James threw in his direction, said chair immediately hitting another drunk patron that was trying to sneak upon him, he had to admit that he was enjoying himself, the blender, the bar fight, it all reminded himself of simpler times with his mates.
And the night was just starting!