Editing Carouse with the dead

{{Action
|Icon = Bottleblack.png
|ID = 6214
|From Card/Storylet title = A glass of oblivion
|Description = An evening drinking the black wines of the far Neath? In the company of mumbling, bad-tempered quasi-corpses? Delicious.
|BroadQuality = {{IL|Dangerous}}
|BroadDiff = 80
|Success title = Gloomy camaraderie
|Success description = You lose track of what you drink. Weeping spirits from Polythreme. Rebel's beer from the Iron City. Refreshments that even Mr Wines refused to sell. […] your companions let slip things […]. The […] merciless hangover is almost worth the pain.}}

*{{Success Increase|Dangerous}}
*{{Gain|Wounds|+1 CP}}
*{{Gain|Ambition: Nemesis|+2 CP}}

{{Rare Success
|Rare Success title = Glaswein
|Rare Success description = You lose track of what you drink. Weeping spirits from Polythreme. Rebel's beer from the Iron City. And what they call 'Glaswein'. Whatever Glaswein is, it loosens your companions' tongues wonderfully.}}

*{{Success Increase|Dangerous}}
*{{Gain|Appalling Secret|1 x}}
*{{Gain|Nightmares|+1 CP}}
*{{Gain|Ambition: Nemesis|+5 CP}}

{{Failure
|Fail title = An evening lost in fog
|Fail description = You remember scraps of conversation. Then someone gave you that weeping spirit from Polythreme. After that it's all rags and threads of memories. And a hangover that fell on you like a cow from a cliff. You […] pray you said nothing too ill-advised.}}

*{{Failure Increase|Dangerous}}
*{{Gain|Suspicion|+1 CP}}
*{{Gain|Wounds|+1 CP}}