Drunken Sailor

[Reeves]

Before he spoke he took a breath, clearly somewhat exhausted after all of that. He'd not sung on stage before, or with that kind of enthusiasm either, it was more strenuous than he expected it to be, but despite that it was utterly satisfying. "You can burn stuff another time, we had a deal. One song and we leave." Remaining on his feet, he turned briefly to make sure he hadn't left anything behind. Since there was nothing on the table he placed the credit chips necessary for Darcy to collect eventually, paying for their drink and not asking Belle to share half the cost since she didn't seem to possess the other half of her brains right now.

"Come on, let's go." He asked for her to leave with him, and it really was for the best. If she had anything more to drink then she was clearly going to pass out, and he really didn't want for her to be sleeping outside and in the muck. He just had to hope she'd actually cooperate and not be impulsive about things, since they'd be walking their way back to the station and then taking the transit shuttle back to the Alliance building.

Once they were back, he intended to walk her to her room and then leave for the night.