Drinks, Boars and Whor... Laurentius.

After the away group returned Quelaag had ordered everyone to prepare for a celebration, truly there was a cause for celebration as they were completely outnumbered by their enemy and without Reima's help wouldn't have even known where to counter attack. Of course the role of setting up everything for the party fell on Reima's shoulders as he literally had everything stored inside his Folded Space.

They decided to hold the event in the Demon ruins, Reima prepared many tables and chairs around a central area where he gathered many of his shattered furniture. Once it was all put together he pulled out many various metal parts and constructed a large makeshift spit, of course he'd already retrieved a barrel of Kuretz whisky and the mood quickly turned festive. Everyone was drinking, including those who'd never drank alcohol before, these people being Anastacia, Rhea and Dusk... While Dusk had partaken in some wine she'd never tried hard alcohol like what was being served.

While everyone was having a jolly time with Solaire even singing some strange folk songs that were never present on earth, Reima had just retrieved the large boar he'd killed in the dukes archives. It was already skinned, gutted and beheaded, the legs were going to be prepared separately as he'd previously cut them off beforehand. The hardest thing about preparing this hunk of flesh was removing the armour that'd been melded onto it's skin, although it came off all the same with a bit of elbow grease.

Everyone noticed Reima lighting the large pile of wood with Chaos Flames while hefting a huge boar carcass onto the spit, the metal frame was haphazardly thrown together by melting various metal to form it, this unfortunately made it extremely difficult to turn the boar. Reima had to manually twist it around with his bare hands to cook it evenly, despite this he still managed to converse with people nearby and having a drink. Something he found extremely amusing is an obviously inebriated Quelaag hugging an awkward Quelana, it seems her grudge can't persist through alcohol he muses to himself.

Looking around he sees an already Tipsy Dusk slurring her words while leaning on Quelina, from what he can gather she'd thought herself a good drinker from her prior wine tasting experience... She's currently telling a story of her Father trying to set her up with a seventy year old man, this seems to be a common theme among royalty... Are they all perverts or is it the environment that changes them? Regardless he finds it absolutely disgusting to do such a thing to your daughter.

He glances away and sees Priscilla attempting to waltz with some Chaos Servants but stumbling over herself as she's already quite drunk, he'd keep an eye on her were Solaire not already doing so, laughing and singing despite the glances towards Priscilla Reima barely spots. An overprotective brother is nice to see despite him technically being her uncle.

Reima can barely keep the smile of of his face when he sees Rhea and Anastacia passed out next to each other, what's amusing is the fact that they'd only had one drink and had only drank half of it. The truest of light weights Reima had ever seen... Strangely enough he hasn't spotted Eingyi yet...

Taking another glance around he sees around eight people grouped together, giving a nearby Chaos Servant the responsibility of cooking the boar he approaches and laughs at what he sees. Eingyi is concentrating with his tongue sticking out while aiming a throwing knife at what looks like Laurentius... The limbless man is tied to a chain and dangles from a large metal pole embedded in the ground, he can already see many knives sticking into the man's flesh.

While this is extremely grisly and brutal Reima shrugs and decides to have a go himself, "What're the rules??"

Eingyi looks confused, "Rules?", Reima coughs, "Lets make this a drinking game then, anyone who misses takes a large drink, the first person to kill him gets the first serving of boar meat. Good?"

The group cheers and Reima unabashedly decides to go first. Back in Kaer Morhen throwing knives were also something that was taught, it was even used to pass the time as there isn't much to do aside from training. Despite this Reima has already had quite a few drinks, throwing his first knife it flies through the air and pierces the mans pelvis. After this he backs away and allows the next person to have their turn.

This horrific party games continues until a skinny bald PyreBlade by the name of Bartosz pierces Laurentius eye with his knife, causing the man to fade away. Immediately two Chaos Servants run off the the bonfire to await his rebirth to begin his torture all over again.

Bartosz "HAHA! The meat is mine!" he roars in victory. He continues to brag to the other servants and they reluctantly congratulate him.

Reima and Eingyi watch from the side as the latter comments on the man, "It might surprise you but the man is generally quite quiet, the drink seems to have loosened his tongue though."

Reima shrugs, "Let them enjoy themselves... Do you smell burning?" he turns to look at the source of the smell and panics when he sees part of the boar beginning to turn black. Running over he sees the Chaos Servant he'd tasked with looking after the boar exhausted on the ground, Reima had forgotten the difference of strength between him and an ordinary person. He immediately grabs part of the boar and manually turns it around to cook the other side, it's almost done and the smell is already drawing in the hungry drunks... Even Anastacia and Rhea who were previously passed out seem to have woken up from the smell.

An eternal couple of minutes later Reima pulls Priscilla forward and offers to let her carve the meat, she nods and stumbles slightly while retrieving her scythe... The first swing almost beheads a nearby Chaos Servant but everyone just laughs while backing away. The second cleaves a large chunk of meat off which is quickly caught on a plate by Reima who hands it off to an eager Bartosz.

And thus the celebration continues for hours, drinks, food and good company keeps the mood cheerful and festive until the last person passes out from alcohol consumption. Needless to say, it was a legendary party. The only one left unsatisfied was Laurtentius who's still hanging by a chain as everyone had forgotten he even existed.