Post by Lotty on Jan 16, 2011 15:24:17 GMT -5
Oh my Faranth. Oh my. Ohhhhhh my. This was not the expected kind of response he had in mind, not when part of him was convinced that this was all part of the most elaborate of pranks on him, and that he was forever on the brink of getting punched, clawed, or slapped - the most dubious part of him still felt so - but utterly willing to take the chance that for just once in his life he was truly being lucky, he was quick to his feet. Kind of. His brain had told him to move before it could also tell him to be careful on unsturdy legs and as soon as he stood his head got light and his arms reached out to the table to catch his fall. At very least the furniture did a good job of keeping him up, even if some cups were knocked over and drinks were spilled in the process.
"Oops.. s'sssorry," he apologized to.... well it was hard to see exactly what everyone was doing, but he knew that there was a lot of them. Two of every kind if he was seeing right, and turned away back to his two...or four... ladies that were waiting for him. No, no.... there are two... Kalierre does have no twin... I don't think... Ah well, he'd sort it out soon enough as he swayed his way back over to the women and offered his solution to the whole... distance and walking thing, "S'well... y-you seeee. My weyr is right down...there... I mean.... downstairs. So I think it is but a short walk?"
He offered out his arm to whomever wanted to take it so that he could lead his merry little crew down the way... and well honestly he wanted someone to hold onto to help balance himself. Being drunk and clumsy and being somewhat permanently injured did not make for the sturdiest man alive, but he could hide all of that, he was sure of it, "W-w-w," he tried to being then sentence "well lets get going" but couldn't get it out for a variety of speech impediments, both liquor bourne and not, and gave up, "M-may... maybe I should stop talking... and use my mouth for better thingssss"
"Oops.. s'sssorry," he apologized to.... well it was hard to see exactly what everyone was doing, but he knew that there was a lot of them. Two of every kind if he was seeing right, and turned away back to his two...or four... ladies that were waiting for him. No, no.... there are two... Kalierre does have no twin... I don't think... Ah well, he'd sort it out soon enough as he swayed his way back over to the women and offered his solution to the whole... distance and walking thing, "S'well... y-you seeee. My weyr is right down...there... I mean.... downstairs. So I think it is but a short walk?"
He offered out his arm to whomever wanted to take it so that he could lead his merry little crew down the way... and well honestly he wanted someone to hold onto to help balance himself. Being drunk and clumsy and being somewhat permanently injured did not make for the sturdiest man alive, but he could hide all of that, he was sure of it, "W-w-w," he tried to being then sentence "well lets get going" but couldn't get it out for a variety of speech impediments, both liquor bourne and not, and gave up, "M-may... maybe I should stop talking... and use my mouth for better thingssss"