[nothing to grab onto, just stools behind to cushion the fall, the bottom railing catching his butt and flicking the top of it forward, hitting the top of his head in the same swing. phew, lucky he doesn't feel that... much. hahaha, well embarrassing too. did she just reject him?] I can hold my liquor, don't you worry. [wags his finger for the last three words, chuckling at himself. ahh needs to get back up. the stool comes to the rescue again, grabbing onto and pulling up to his shaky feet and the first thing he goes straight back for, not the pretty lady at his side but for the bottle, neglecting the cup this time and going straight for the bottle chug.] What time is it? [is calling for anyone, the bartender would have been a great start, to answer the question, looking around for where the clock is hiding. has work in the morning and is going to be hungover like a bitch.]
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