[He looks up and smiles at her, though it's obviously a tiny bit off. ...How many of those glasses are lined up in front of him? Wow that looks like a lot. Surely he hasn't...]
Anya~. How's my favorite girl?
[...He did. There's not much slurring there, and he's not wobbling around, but if he even consumed half those drinks without his poison immunity turned on, she may need to help him get back home. He's definitely not fit to ride that suicide machine he calls a motorcycle.]
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Anya~. How's my favorite girl?
[...He did. There's not much slurring there, and he's not wobbling around, but if he even consumed half those drinks without his poison immunity turned on, she may need to help him get back home. He's definitely not fit to ride that suicide machine he calls a motorcycle.]