07-04-2012, 04:34 AM
As was previously stated, this bottle did not last long. It infact was gone sooner than the first. Maybe it was just smaller. It wasn't. He just was drunk enough that he lost some muscular reflex and the stuff flowed likes a sweet sweet river of inebriation. A state head knew quite well as do most people around him knew or learned quickly.
His speech was more than heavily slurred at this point. "Moar." Coming more as. "Roar" Which is to say it did not make any sense at all. Thankfully, his body was so use to this state that he had some manner of autocorrection to keep him from falling back off a stool...though this reflex usually meant a faceplant upon the bartop...which was what happened with a solid thunk.
His speech was more than heavily slurred at this point. "Moar." Coming more as. "Roar" Which is to say it did not make any sense at all. Thankfully, his body was so use to this state that he had some manner of autocorrection to keep him from falling back off a stool...though this reflex usually meant a faceplant upon the bartop...which was what happened with a solid thunk.