The laughing prancing Centaur stallion's chuckle and snort as you walk around them examining them. A big clay jug is passed around between them as the stomp and prance around you. "Here have a drink." A big paint stallion offers forcefully. "I...Ahem...no..no thanks." You answer but huge rough hands grasp your shoulders holding you as your head is pulled back. "Drink..drink drink." They all chant as the wine jug is held over your head. You open your mouth to protest this ill treatment, but firy red wine pours into your mouth.
Choking and gagging you swallow a huge mouthful of the powerful wine. Its good... very very good, and you reach up taking the jug in your own hands and latching your lip's it's wide mouth. Around you the Centaurs laugh loudly at your reaction. Your lip's are still wrapped around it when a huge hand pulls it out of your hands. "A good draught hhuuumon." A huge stallion grunts taking a long drink from the jug before passing it around to the others. Feeling strange you stumble away from them, as the world seems to spin crazily....................