Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150602232334

"If you mean a story as to how he got it, then no one truly knows.  It's one of the family's 'riddles for the ages'," Ochre explained, sampling his bourbon. It certainly wasn't Forever Fall, but it was extremely good regardless.

"But if you are looking for stories  about  Trigo's iron liver, we may be here all night." He laughed. "Once he got enough experience to lead his own crew, Trigo would throw down the gauntlet to them after every job:  If anyone, man or woman, Human or Faunus, could outdrink him, he would give that person his share of the job's earnings.  Almost two decades later, the only time someone has succeeded was when the entire crew agreed to take him on together and split the take.  Of course, he added a new rule afterwards, but the look on his face was priceless.  Fortunately for him, the alcohol mostly amplifies his abilities."

Meanwhile, after the religious experience of the Islay, Trigo had switched over to a less illustrious bottle of rum. It was already half empty, and he was still pouring another glass as he chatted up one of the institute's senior researchers. But the impressive part was that not only did he look and act unchanged from the expo, but based on the way that her fox ears kept perking up, he was still lucid enough to make conversation.

"The prosecution rests," laughed Ochre, gesturing to the scene.