[The sound of a voice - no, wait, two voices, separate but the same but different in their own ways - and the sound of heavy boots on the stairs was almost enough to draw him back to the land of the "living." He was still muzzy, though, the bitter taste of stale alcohol in his mouth and the throbbing behind his eyes telling him what had put him into that state before he was able to remember exactly why.
He gave a soft groan, pulling his arm away from the bottle that was tucked into the crook of him, turning his head to blink out at the bar around him in absolutely bewilderment.]
Wh-...'sat...? N'le-Nogg'n...? [His head rolled again, coming to rest with his chin on the table as he squinted up towards the stairs from underneath the disarrayed mess of his hair.
At least most of the bottles stacked on the table near his head had been left unopened. But the fact that they were there at all spoke to an unrealized intent to make use of them, regardless of their current state.]
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He gave a soft groan, pulling his arm away from the bottle that was tucked into the crook of him, turning his head to blink out at the bar around him in absolutely bewilderment.]
Wh-...'sat...? N'le-Nogg'n...? [His head rolled again, coming to rest with his chin on the table as he squinted up towards the stairs from underneath the disarrayed mess of his hair.
At least most of the bottles stacked on the table near his head had been left unopened. But the fact that they were there at all spoke to an unrealized intent to make use of them, regardless of their current state.]