Set's POV

We were all seated around a large circular table with a weird shadowy bartender guy placing shot glasses in front of us. This had been going on for several minutes. Drink the glassful, set the glass upside-down, get new glassful, repeat. I had gone out several rounds before, by cause of vomiting which was one of the disqualifications. It had not been a pleasant experience, and though my system had been purged of most alcoholic content, I could tell by the faint buzzing sensation that there was enough in my bloodstream already to make me slightly tipsy. The first one out had been Xerin, which Zenery had pointed out was most likely because of her small body mass, and unaccustomed nature to alcohol. The second out was a hard-pressed tie between Nico and Illia. Both of them lasted surprisingly long, but finally they both cracked, Nico only milliseconds after Illia. Illia went by the method of passing out, though it was more like she fell asleep, and Nico went by way of vomit. Wonderful. Fourth out was me, which I need not recount, and I was currently watching Zenery, Tyron, Briar, and Larimar battle it out for the title of “can last the longest while drinking”.
Briar’s cheeks were flaming red, and he was babbling. Typical stereotype. Tyron looked a tad green in the face, and Larimar’s cheeks were the ripe pink of someone under the influence. Zenery however was still her natural pale self, and her eyes remained un-clouded. Her dress nicely outlined the white expanse of her collarbone, bringing a soft glow to it, making her look like a living doll. She suddenly looked up at me while Briar was starting the next round. Her eyes sharp as ever, seemingly reading my mind. I shook my head violently and looked away. The alcohol must have still been affecting my brain. Unsettled by this, I went to the bathroom to get some cold water to try to regain my senses. I was only in there for less than a minute, when Tyron came running in and into the nearest stall. As I heard the glorious sounds of Tyron emptying his stomach into the toilet, I mentally noted to watch myself closer tonight. I didn’t want to let the stupid alcohol to decide I had to suddenly be friends with everyone. As I walked back in I saw an utterly inebriated Briar, a defiant but queasy looking Larimar, and Zenery all taking what must be their 8th shot.  Larimar paled and I could see her fighting her gag reflex valiantly. She made it one more round before puking on the ground and then passing out unceremoniously. The bartender sighed, waved his hand, and the vomit cleaned itself. And then it was two. Briar lasted for three more rounds, ending with a glorious spew of greenish liquid, then banging his head on the table. Zenery, who a still drunk Nico had put a fake little paper crown on, stood up, and simply dusted off her dress.
“Well that was uneventful.” She said simply.
Briar looked up at her, still completely drunk from the looks of it, and gaped.
“Wha’ the hell s’you talkin’ ‘bout? Ss’you’re supposd to be drunk ‘sall hell.”
Zenery shrugged.
“Well I feel perfectly normal. My guess is that I am unaffected by alcohol. It isn’t uncommon for someone to be immune to the inebriating effects of alcohol. However they usually do feel the effects in their stomachs. I guess I’m just completely unaffected somehow.”
I cracked a smile. It was somehow very fitting that she of all people couldn’t get drunk. I can’t even imagine what a drunken Zenery would look like. Briar seemed to be complementing this, and trying to make some sort of sense of it.
“Sso you can jus’... drink all ya’ wan‘n never get sick?”
Zenery looked at him.
“I suppose you could put it like that.”
A look of confused joy crossed Briar’s face.
“So ya’ could jus’ be drunk all th’ time an’ an’ never hav ta stop or sum’in? Tha’s fuckin’ awesome! I wish I was like tha’. Oh! Could ya’ show me how ta’ do tha’? ‘Cuz tha’ would be fuckin’ sweet ‘n shi’.”
Zenery sighed, and shook her head, clearly disgusted by the idiocy of the drunk.
“No it doesn’t work like that. I physically cannot get drunk. I feel no affect from alcohol what so ever, pleasing or not. For me it’s like drinking poorly flavored water. And it’s biological so it isn’t something that can be taught.”
Briar rolled over and groaned.
“Tha’s sstupid with all tha’ wordssn’ stuff. It doesn’ even make any sense like.”
Zenery just rolled her eyes, and gingerly pulled Briar to his feet.
“You should probably just quit while you’re behind dude.” Nico chimed in teasingly. He was bothering a murderous looking Lisse by holding her drink out of reach, apparently having recovered some from his puking.
Briar just rolled his eyes at him, and went over to the seat next to mine at the bar. Zenery seated herself next to Larimar who was boisterously recounting a time when she had killed a bear or something like that to Xerin.
Briar looked at me as he took his pint of beer from the bartender guy, and laughed.
“Dude wha’s with you’re sunglass’s? You always wear them ‘n shit.”
“None of your damn business.” I replied icily.
“Awww c’mon’. I’s sure there’s some sor’a story.”
I didn’t respond, figuring he would just absorb himself back into the beer.
“I don’ even know wha’ color your eyes are. Do you ev’n have eyes? Like f’r serious. Maybe you have like... huge holes tha’ show your brain n’ stuff. Dude tha’ would be fuckin’ gross.”
“I assure you I have eyes. How else would I see?”
A look of glee suddenly crossed Briar’s face.
“So if ya’ go’ eyes then why don’cha prove it?”
My still fuzzy brain wasn’t quick enough to realize the immediate danger for a few seconds and when it did and I whipped towards him in horror, a hand was already reaching for my face.