@POOHEAD189@SkeletonShadow"I-i-I respectfullzzzy disagree..." Tic did his best impression of someone much fancier and much less drunk than he was but to no real degree of success and wobbled dangerously when Ben's hand stopped stabilizing him. The bloody room would just not sit still light it ought to. All these real drinks seemed to come with much more of a kick then the soy shit he was used to, either that or he'd been having a lot of different spirits, that'd fuck up anyone real good.
"I'm as fine as a Elf lady person fresh from the..." Tic paused even managing to stop his swaying while he seemed to strain to find the right words
"Hair, type, place" he waved his arms around his head as if it would indicate a beauty parlor.
Slowly starting to feel the rhythm of the way the room swayed Tic began to look a little more stable using stray hand to prop himself up. Tic lazily eyed the other patrons, Alex seemed to be talking with that lonely guy, the PI was bothering Ayeka and... that was the biggest stack of plates he had ever seen from a one person table being carried off into the kitchen. Not sure if he someone had spiked his drink he looked back to Ben slightly horrified.
"H-how?" his voice raised, while head glanced back and forth between Ben and the stranger as if to ask if what he was seeing was even real.