Drunken Sailor

[Reeves]

He was doing his best to keep pace with her drinking, but he was going to end up in a veritable coma at that rate. So after a much longer break than her, he poured himself his second glass, having to intermittently clear his throat. For somebody that didn't drink often at all, he was holding his alcohol down quite well and keeping the coughing to a minimum.

"Going to ask me what I think of you?" He wondered how much she'd like to have the perception he aimed at Knight directed at her instead. It was easy enough to find it amusing when a smoking gun was pointed at somebody else, but not so much when you were on the wrong end of it. But then again, she was rather unpredictable, so she might even appreciate some harsh honesty. After all, she'd proved that he didn't need to even do anything to provoke a rash response from her.

The band that was currently on stage had finally stopped, after having played for the past few hours before Belle and Morreti arrived. They informed the people currently seated that they had just finished their last song for the night and were stepping off, but also that the next group were on their way.