[ He waits patiently as she gets her bearings. Thankfully, she doesn't fall flat on her face (and he sends a quick word of gratitude to whatever gods are listening, because he's pretty sure that half-elven barkeep might descend upon him in a righteous fury).
When she seems steady enough, he offers her a quick, tight-lipped smile. ]
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When she seems steady enough, he offers her a quick, tight-lipped smile. ]
Yeah. We call that being tipsy.
Feel okay?