You walk into the tavern,seeking shelter from the cold of the Freljord. Thats when shortly after,Gragas walks in,with his imposive figure and mead barrel in hand. He looked around before shouting jovially

"HAPPY HOUR INCOMING!"

The tavern erupted into cheering and partying. But then...as everyone got drunk,a massive fight begun. Chairs flying,teeth rolling...Gragas slumped next to you,holding a guy in a headlock

"Aye,friend! Never seen ye before. Want a drink?"

He asked with a smile before throwing the guy away with ease and sitting next to you