As she waited for her drink, another dwarf moved to her table, slammed his mug down and challenged her to a drinking contest. Beskitte raised a brow and smirked, then let out a hearty laugh. "Ye gotta be kiddin' me, lad. Do ye know who I am?" She'd ask curiously, that smile still playing on her dark lips. The male dwarf, who appeared to be a warrior, laughed at her and retorted, "I dun care who you are lass, I be a bettin ye can't out drink meh. I ain't been beat in years. Ain't that right boys?" He'd say, then look over to his comrades who nodded at him in agreement. Beskitte got a little flustered and red in the face. She didn't like to be humiliated, so she figured she'd have to put this fat ugly dwarf in his place.
First, Beskitte climbed onto the table and stood up announcing, with a roar of her voice..."I be Beskitte Darkaxe and I ain't gonna let no flabber mouthed ugly dwarf like you show me out. So, you're on." And the dwarves would order the first few rounds of drinks. They'd start with the semi-weak ale and move onto heavier stuff that would have them making those weird icky faces that people usually made when something tasted stout.
The by-standers would buy them drink after drink and place bets to see who would be left standing. Beskitte wasn't one to give up. Ok, she was a paladin and supposed to be all good and holy, but she also liked her ale because she was a dwarf and she loved a good drinking challenge. She was still positioned on the table top but sitting down this time so she didn't fall; her chubby little legs dangling from the table edge. She was pretty drunk now and teeter tottering, hence why she sat down now. She went to chug down another gulp when out of the corner of her eye the other dwarf had reached for her axe to either steal it or something worse.
Big mistake. Never touch a dwarf's axe. Ever. She'd chug the rest of the ale down while turning and kicking her foot out, catching him in the arm that held her axe. She'd then chuck the huge metal stein at his head causing him to let out a high pitched wail, while she scrambled up onto all fours to snatch her axe back from him, moving off the table to a standing position on the floor. She held the axe up to his throat, raising a brow slightly. "Ye made the biggest mistake of yer life by touchin me axe, lad. If'n I wasn't a paladin, ye'd be dead." She'd glare at him as she was the same height and could look him in the eye. He'd snarl at her wondering how she could even move that quick with as much drink as they'd had and the way she had been teetering and nearly falling off the table not too long ago.
Since he didn't have a weapon in his hand right now, all he could do was stand there and look defeated, because well, he was. The only thing that made it worse for him was the fact she was female. "Ye might 'ave won this time, Darkaxe, but ye ain't 'eard the last of me. Do I make myself clear?" He said, moving to get the axe out from under his throat. Beskitte smirked, trying to hold her composure and to keep from falling over. "Ye, whatever. Now get yer fat ugly face outta 'ere.This my place fer now." She'd say, then move to sit down again, letting the other dwarf go freely on his merry little way.
She'd let the drunken stupor finally take over and she'd let out a laugh before letting her head fall to the table and she'd start snoozing away.
(Getting into the flow of rp again, so my writing is lacking a little right now.)