Drunken Stupor

Writers: Chelle, Heather, Paula
Date Posted: 8th January 2014

Characters: Chupsin, Puwul, Chaysea, Keayd
Description: Chupsin gets drunk and his sister and friend come to rescue him.
Location: Vintner Hall
Date: month 5, day 6 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: Genna

The healer had been there for most of the night and he had too much.
Very unlike him, but there it was. Perhaps Chupsin was feeling more lonely than usual
with Genna gone. Either way, he was uncharacteristically drunk off his head and
beginning to get sleepy. He didn't really balk when Puwul cut him off, but it was clear he
couldn't make it home. Tourniquet was curled up by his head that was currently laying on the bar.

The Tavern was closing. Puwul watched the healer while cleaning the
bar desk and sighed. He had two options, drag the healer up to one of the beds and charge
him in the morning..or call someone to pick him. His wife happened to
know that his sister was the Vintner hall's Headwoman (his wife knew
lot of things like that, she chatted with other women from the hall
and hold.) So, he sent one of the girls to the hall, with message to
her.

Chaysea had already been in the bed when word came that she needed to
fetch Chupsin from the tavern. It made her sigh inwardly to have to go
and get her little brother. Not because she didn't love him or want to
look out for him, she did. It just made her angry that he was allowed
to practice the healing craft, while she could not, and was spending
his night in a drunken stupor rather than doing something productive.

Pulling her clothes back on and grabbing a cloak for the cool night
air, Chaysea made her way with ease down the path to the tavern. When
she pushed open the door her eyes zeroed in on the bar where a single
figure lay slumped against it. Chupsin.

"Thanks for contacting me." She spoke to Puwul as she came up beside
of her brother.

He wasn't snoring, but he was quite soundly asleep. He also smelled of
the alcohol he'd swilled. Chupsin didn't move and it became clear that
Chaysea might need some help to get him moving and to where he needed to go.

"Your welcome," Puwul replied. "What do you want to be done with him?
I can't have him sleeping there, I need to close the Tavern," Puwul
asked, pointing Chupsin with tankard he was putting to a shelf.

Keayd's canine had been feeling ill, probably due eating something she
wasn't supposed to eat, so Key had taken her out. So that she wouldn't
vomit to the floor and could eat grass. That seemed to help somehow.
Wandering around aimlessly, just waiting Vena to stop puking, he had
spotted Chaysea going to the Tavern. Curious, he followed her in.

Hearing the door go again, Puwul called out: "Sorry, we're closed!"

Chaysea felt relieved when she looked up from her drunken brother's
limp form to see Keayd stepping through the doorway of the tavern. She
was a strong, stout woman but there was no way she could carry
Chupsin's dead weight by herself, "Oh Keayd! I am so glad you are
here." She turned back to Puwul, "He's not a customer, he can help."

"Can you help me get Chupsin back up to the Hall?" Chaysea fastened
her eyes back on the vintner.

"Certainly, I'm happy to help. What happened to him?" Keayd eyed
Chupsin's limp body.

"Drunk himself senseless," Puwul grunted, "What else?"

The only good thing that had happened for Chupsin was that he was now
able to sleep. The healer's sleep schedule hadn't been the greatest lately so his
prone body was grateful for the chance.

"Shards, will he ever get over it?" there was honest concern in Key's
voice, while he hefted the prone healer's arm over his shoulder.

Chaysea shook her head. She knew that her brother was still taking the
death of his wife pretty hard, "It takes some people a while to
recover." It really did go to prove how much Chupsin had cared for the
woman.

Chupsin stirred and then smiled but he didn't open his eyes. Instead, he
leaned against Keayd, putting his head on his shoulder. He mumbled a few
words, but they were unintelligible. Tourniquet cheaped above their heads,
watching the procession.

Keayd braced himself against the healer's weight. "Shards, he's
heavy," he muttered.

He started towards the door, half dragging, half walking Chupsin.
--

"There," Chaysea said with a grunt as she and Keayd dropped Chupsin
onto his bed, "all set." She said between hard breaths as she pushed
Chupsin onto his side and then tossed the blanket at the foot of his
bed over his limp form.

"Finally," Key grunted. "If only he knew what trouble we see for him." He stretched and rubbed his back.

"Aye." Chaysea agreed as she led the way out of Chupsin's room and shut his door softly. It just wasn't like the man to get so drunk that he couldn't even walk home, but she felt powerless to help her brother. "Thanks again for helping." She smiled at Keayd.

"Anytime," Key replied and suppressed a yawn. It was time to check if his canine had stopped throwing up and find a way to his own bed.

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