Drunk As Pie

A debate about anything with the small fox would prove to be useless. He wasn't in the sound mind to hold a decent conversation least one about morals and how it might of been wrong to steal a few gems. Yep, that would just fly in one ear and out of the other. Just like most of the words that Cas was telling him at that moment. Starling just giggled lightly and drummed his fingers against his mug with a look of pleasure. The fox wiggled his eye brows at the feline before reaching over and taking the mug. He didn't hesitate to down the drink in one go and promptly slam the thing down on the counter. Sending a small spray of ale across the counter top. 

He then turned to the other Strain with a wide grin on his face. Raising a finger he pointed at him, "All right, I'll go with ya. Ya know, since you let me have more ale. But-" He giggled lightly as he turned in his seat. "-we better leave quickly cause I'm all out of money."  He finished in a hushed whisper. Now came the fun part, standing. Walking would come later because right now standing was the biggest issue right now. The blacksmith slipped out of his chair and stood on noodle legs. Looking down at the floor he watched it sway too and for with confusion. 

"When did we get on a boat?" He asked in disbelief. He didn't remember the bar being on a boat or even being on see for that matter. So, why on earth was the floor moving like a hyper active child during a carnival? Blinking a few times, Starling rubbed his eyes and smiled. He had this, he totally had this! At least that is what he thought until he took four steps forward and got tangled up in his own legs and ran into a chair. Luckily, said item kept him from falling face first into the cold, hard ground. 

Holding onto the chair, he turned towards Casimir with a look of confusion. "I don't recall a chair being here before...just of teleported here." Letting go of the chair, he started walking toward the front door like a drunken pirate who just came off a ship from the Caribbeans.