Five liters of beer in, Clayton started feeling drowsy.
Initially he felt that this beer was too strong, mainly because he hasn't had a drink in four decades, which was quite the pricey achievement, but then he started paying attention to what the system kept chirping in his ear.
[-15 Life Essence Points]
[-9 Life Essence Points]
[-5 Life Essence Points]
"Are you kidding me?" He blurted.
[Sorry.]
[It looks like your body registers the brain, and liver damage of the beverage you're drinking as a threat. A subtle point waster.]
'So I can't get drunk?' He fell quiet as he sobered up. 'That's cruel.'
"I'm going to go buy some horses," He said, and stood up from the stool.
"You can sure hold your liquor!" The Inn Keeper cheered him on, and then let out a burp loud enough to wake the dead. "Good for you, bald sir."
"B-biould sir," Rufus chuckled, his speech slurred. "Hahahehehe!"
