Ari/Aspel/Drake | Throughout the Evening | Theatre District
Later
"By the grace of Faram, I am not that drunk." Of course, the words came out much more akin to 'By tha grafe ofFaraaam, I am not thhat duh-runk' Which was obviously a lie by the slur alone as she could barely keep her footing all by herself. Of course, she was still capable of walking, in a rather staggered manner, and likely would sober up fairly quickly if she'd drink some water, and have a bite to eat, or simply get hit with a cure or poisona spell, but that was neither here nor there at this point.
Briefly, earlier in the evening, after midnight had tolled past, Aspel had begun to sober up, and then her thoughts had ticked back to the series of kisses they'd all shared, about the fortune… The stupid, silly, foolish fortune that she'd gotten excited about just to… Well, the idea of 'fluctuations of fortune' would probably never sound good to anyone even if was probably the most realistic of the three fortunes given that night.
So, Aspel had decided that instead of working herself up into a panic that more drinks would be required. Alcohol would help to ease her frayed nerves, allow her to remain in a good mood and simply… Not think of the silly things she'd done thus far tonight. If questioned in the morning, she could simply blame it on the booze.
Though, by the time they were about to leave - and the protests of her sobriety had now begun - Aspel wasn't quite in the right mind to decide just how sober she should or shouldn't be - though somewhere in the back of her head she did feel as though she probably ought to not have drank quite so much - and clearly had chosen to play up the role of stubbornly being able to handle things… Even if she couldn't completely… At least not fully on her own.
However, a drunken giggle would be given as a finger was raised, pushing softly at Drake's nose before half bending over herself to hide her face - and to attempt to hide the chuckle fit she was having - in Ari's shoulder… Really, it was too bad it was shaking her whole body. Traitorous thing it was giving away her secrets like that.
Ari couldn’t help a giggle of her own as she patted Aspel’s hair, which had become somewhat disheveled as the night wore on. “Of course you’re not that drunk,” she said, amused. “You passed that drunk three drinks ago; what you are at present I do not think has a word assigned to it in the common Valendian.” The giggling and the playfulness were endearing, though; she flashed back to the several occasions that Aspel had had to carry her drunken self home and thought it was really quite a fortunate thing that they had Drake there, as the idea of carrying Aspel anywhere was beyond her physical capabilities.
His face scrunched up as Aspel’s finger pressed against his nose. Once she’d pulled away, he looked over at Ari. “Did she really just boop my nose?” he asked, incredulous. He’d never seen Aspel this drunk; he couldn’t imagine how Ari would have gotten Aspel home if he hadn’t been around. “We’re dropping her at home, right?” It would be a long walk. Maybe he could manage to carry her the entire way - she was all muscle, but he’d carried her before.
“I think she did, yes.” Ari grinned up at the shocked Drake -- she, at least, had seen Aspel at some level of inebriation previously, but she had to suspect that this was a first for him -- and told him, “Don’t be silly, I live right around the corner. Why go all the way to the Bazaar?”
It made sense. He could drop Aspel off with Ari and then go home. “Works for me,” he said before turning to Aspel, who was still giggling and clutching at Ari’s shoulder. “Come on, sweetheart,” he cooed at Aspel, who looked up at him with bleary eyes and a smile, “let’s get you to Ari’s.”
It took a moment to get Aspel situated between him and Ari - she was way more affectionate when toasted, and he wouldn’t be surprised if he had a mark by the time he got her into bed - and started the long trek to Ari’s.