Konnichiwa, Finn-san

[Arioch]

Food? Finn's mind immediately went to food. He was more than pleased to have a full shot glass in front of him. But still his groggy mind was trying to piece together the events that led him here. Nope, too painful. The more he tried to paint a clear picture in his head, the more it felt like a Bison-Transport smashed into him. Multiple times. He couldn't really remember the last time he was THIS drunk. Not that he exerted much effort to try to remember said time.

"Mistha... hnn... Mister Iwankurry is it? I feel like the twin suns of Kappa just fried my brain. I can't remembuh... ugh. I can't remember anything about this party, but damn do I feel it."

Finn put his elbows on the table, and rested his head in his hands, his middle fingers slowly rubbing his temples to try to relieve the dizziness and pain. Again he tried to remember any events, or even the last thing he remembered.

Nope. Nothing. Just a lot of alcohol and pain.