Lucianna excitedly stomps her feet.
"A game of drinks? I have two!" She follows the lead of the juicers and turns the mead mug upside down, followed closely by the margarita. She chokes a bit on the mead, but manages to drain the entire mug. She must be a quick study, because the whole margarita went down like a shot.
"Oh, can we do that again? I feel very good, other than my stomach!"
As Ashlyn orders a drink called tequila, Lucianna peers and sniffs at it. She watches the instructions intently.
"Lick arm, salt, lick salt, drink, suck lime. I believe I understand, although it seems unnecessarily complex. Would it not be more efficient to simply partake of the salt directly? Unless there is some chemical in your arm that alters the composition of the salt, of course. Regardless, you are the teacher, and I the student. Let me try!" With that, she takes the salt shaker, grabs a hold of Ashlyn's arm and proceeds to drag her tongue across a patch of Ashlyn's skin at the inside of the elbow. She salts it, then licks Ashlyn's arm, throws the beverage down her throat...and nearly chokes. She struggles to get to the lime, coughing and hacking, but eventually manages to rip the heart of the fruit out and swallow it.
"Oh, merciful Varda, Lady of Lights...that is an atrocious beverage! That was a far less pleasant experience than the aged honey or the margarita! My stomach is rebelling against what has just happened. What...what sorcery have you performed? My, how the room does spin..."
As round 3 approaches, Lucianna is clearly doing quite poorly. She giggles at nothing, wobbles back and forth, and generally struggles to remain upright.
"Oh, is it time to drink again? I would rather not, but I cannot violate the rules. Very well. I would like another aged honey, please." The mead drains down her throat. She gingerly places the mug back on the bar...and then proceeds to stumble wildly from the stool, collapsing onto the floor near the table, where she takes a bit of a rest.