Conrad stumbled against the frame of the door, taking another swig from the bottle in his hand, making sure to spill a few drops down onto the sash and jacket of his hispanic garb. It was not nearly as loosely fitted as he was used to, and the irritation of wearing it was making his drunk act that much harder.
As he slowly wound his way through the tables towards the bar, using them for support, his eyes lit upon Ezio, almost as if by accident, and he angled towards the small booth as he cried out in traditional Cretian greeting, slurring his words.
"Ezio, mi amigo, mi hermano, how do you do upon such a fine and fantastic day as this!"
He dropped into the seat across, his face maintaining the same friendly drunkess of a moment before, but his voice dropping several octaves and decibels into the positively menancing.
"I do not like to meet like this, in public, my friend. What if someone is watching us? Watching me!"
