"Aye, aye, aye!" - hollered the young part-Orc, beckoning some of the patrons to give him space. He liked his chances, expecting that the wench would not be so cheeky as to throw the mugs against the ceiling. Having assumed a wide stance, he readied himself to dash towards each mug. Sure, he only had two hands, but he still felt confident that he could cradle the third one in his muscular arms. He took a deep breath and awaited the signal.
The Town's loud Tavern Wench puts up a dare for the Reflexes competition of which silly Wilbur accepted. A mug or two don't make it into the hands of Wilbur but instead hit the table and floor! Wilbur has not the Reflexes Skill but unwisely thinks to be better than the Tavern's Challenge much to detriment of Wilbur. What an embarrassing situation! That brings on some giddy laughs.