Lafiel took quite a bit more time, considering her species natural resistance to alcahol. It seemed nothing would work until she found something that literally smoked as you drank it. The alcahol went direct to her bloodstream, bypassing the enhanced stomach mechanisms and suddenly she was stumbling (yet due to her froce, eerily avoiding any bumps and falls).

She lays an arm across Holly's shoulder and raises her glass. "Here here! It burnsh my blood to see a proud race like yourshhh having to hide in cav...cav'erns from those..primitive mud turtles! Why if I had...had the Star Forces..." Burp. "Or just a coupla attack ships, i'd bombard 'em from orbit! Kaboom! No more cities for them! Gone! Nothing but smoking ruins!"

Look out. There are drunken, racist elf girls.