End of Dinner: Caleb & OPEN
Caleb was feeling unsteady on his feet. Leaving the dinner table between courses to visit the toilets had brought on the realisation that mistakes had been made rather rapidly. He should have known that trying to match the family members he could see drink-for-drink was a mistake. As an irregular drinker at best it had been ridiculous to try and keep up with people he knew regularly drank wine with dinner.
As he walked back out of the toilets he probably looked significantly smarter than even when wearing a normal suit. His choice of suit, enhanced by the imitation of an authentic waistcoat Trina had convinced him to embroider, was cut in such a way it forced his usually questionable posture much straighter. Unfortunately it did nothing to alleviate his poor balance and rounding a decorative flower display near the edge of the seating area he couldn't correct when he found someone coming the other way and ended up stumbling into them slightly. His arms automatically coming up to their shoulders to both help himself stay upright and prevent any more falling in general. "Sorry, sorry," he said, not quite slurring his words but definitely noting he needed to switch to water. Now. He took back his hands and gave a slightly grimacing smile.