Spoilsport! But look, pour me another and I'll um, I'm sure I could manage a few.

[And he leans over his long legs in order to slide his glass across the table with a grin. If he doesn't notice that the other man is slurring his words, it's only because his own are soft-edged and beginning to run together, too.

Can he take one more drink, this is the question.]

Maybe you'll feel like joining in once you hear one.