Curse of The North {Vax'ildan x Reader}

Chapter Three - The Great Death Merchant

The tavern was bustling, the hot air smelt of ale and sweat. Aenwyn stood beside Percy, her arms crossed, a smirk on her face. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, the ale she had drunk making her fingers tingle. She had been traveling with Vox Machina for a year now, never regretting it for a second. She watched as her party members began to chug their tankards, trying to beat Grog.

"Chug, chug, chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!" the tavern goers cheered. Vax, Vex, Keyleth, Pike and Grog all chugged from their tankards - the group having long lost sight of Scanlan. Grog grunted as he slammed his tankard down on the table, slamming his fists down on the table as he stood.

"Yeah! That's right! Who's the best? Yeah!" Grog yelled, flexing as he looked around at the people who surrounded the table with a giant grin.

"Grog wins. Again," Percy sighed in an unamused tone, sipping his wine. Aenwyn chuckled, moving from Percy's side to stand behind Vex.

"Fսck me. Why do we always play drinking games with a guy twice our size?" Vax groaned, leaning back in his chair.

"Because it's the fastest way to get drunk, obviously," Vex responded with a grin. Aenwyn leaned down, her arms wrapping loosely around Vex's neck as she laughed. Vex grabbed Aenwyn's hands, smirking up at the mage as she raised a brow at Aenwyn's affectionate gesture.

"Well, well, look who's touchy feely," Vex teased, grinning up at the mage as she traced the whirling tattoos on the back of her hand. Aenwyn grinned back, leaning closer to whisper in her ear.

"Only when I'm drunk," she murmured teasingly. Vex laughed earning a glance from Vax, his cheeks flushed. Aenwyn flashed him a quick smile, her attention shifting to Keyleth.

"Who's drunk? Not me," Keyleth slurred, wobbling where she sat. Aenwyn looked up to her with a raised brow, the half-elf obviously having drank too much. "I'm great. I think we should go to another... another-" Keyleth retched, turning to the side as she vomited onto the floor, hunching over the back of her chair.

"Oh gods," Aenwyn uttered, her face slightly contorting as she stood back to her full height, unraveling her arms from around Vex.

"Didn't you only have one ale?" Pike asked from beside Keyleth, grabbing her shoulder, retracting her touch as Keyleth continued to vomit. "Oh. So chunky," Pike gagged, looking away.

"Ugh!" an orc mercenary hissed as he stepped into the puddle of vomit. "Watch it, b¡tch," he growled, shoving Keyleth back into her seat. Aenwyn's back straightened slightly as Pike grabbed hold of Keyleth, her dark eyes narrowing at the mercenary.

"Hey. You watch it, dicknose," Grog called out as he once again stood from his seat. Aewnyn snorted in agreement, once again crossing her arms over her chest.

"Easy, Grog. We don't waste our time on talking assholes, remember?" Pike grumbled, her arms still wrapped around Keyleth. Aewnyn scowled as she watched the mercenary sit down at his table with the rest of his party.

"Hmm," Grog huffed as he sat back down, his gaze fixed on the mercenary alongside Vax's.

"Oi, tavern keep. Another round for Vox Machina, the greatest band of mercenaries in all the realm!" Vex called out as she looked towards the bar, raising her tankard. The mercenary who had shoved Keyleth laughed heartily, raising his tankard to his lips.

"The greatest? I heard you couldn't even rescue a cow from a burning barn," he yelled gruffly, slamming his tankard down on the table. The rest of his party laughed."'Vox Machina.' What a fսcking joke!" Aenwyn's scowl grew. She looked between Vax and Vex, their expressions matching hers. Vax smirked as he stood from the table, sauntering towards the other mercenaries.