Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34100315-20180314054037/@comment-29194274-20180314061108

Tom and Efgeiz head over to Feslea.

"I'm fairly sure I'm drinking with a child, given that he refuses to tell me his age. You know it?"

"Little over nine and a half sweeps. There isn't really any legal age, just suggested don't start until you know you aren't going to accidentally kill yourself. Mainly something Highbloods do, although sometimes a drunken state os achieved through consumption of Sopor Slime, but that ruins your thinkpan. I much prefer Faygo." Feslea holds up a bottle.

"First off, I only wanted to know how old he was, because it's clearly English on the bottle, so he got it somewhere on Earth. Also, what the hell are sweeps."

"Give or take two human years. He's about twenty one."

"So you would be a child when it comes to the world of drinking! Not even a year!"

"Well you can't be more then five sweeps older then me! How lomg have YOU been drinking for?!" Efgeiz counters.

"Give or take," Tom seems like he's about to say six or seven years, but completely fucks with everyone's expectations with an answer of, "twenty years." He's completely straightfaced and not screwing around.

"Have you been drinking since you were four sweeps or something?!" Feslea is shocked.

"If sweeps are two years, then yeah. The ripe age of eight."