[Geralt may have needed that moment to think, but at least he managed to find the word, rather than settling for 'drunker' like Julian. But they're here now, both on their feet, both swaying vaguely, and who knows really who is holding the other up at this point. Julian remains poised there for a moment, blinking his one uncovered eye with deliberate slowness as he tries to force the world into rightness again, rather than the doubled-up blur it has become.
Nothing much seems to help, and so he tries turning his hazy gaze back towards the table and the mostly-consumed gin bottle that stands there.]
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Nothing much seems to help, and so he tries turning his hazy gaze back towards the table and the mostly-consumed gin bottle that stands there.]
Shall we have another one, then?
[Julian, no...]