"Huh?" he tried as he cocked a brow and tilted his head a little bit, clearly confused as he downed the last of his drink (thankfully putting it down softly). He looked pathetic- at 23 he still looked more like sixteen and was clearly very, very drunk at that point. Then again, he drank more vodka than anyone would like to admit on a daily basis. Standing up he put some money under the glass before walking by, tripping on the leg of Mikhail's stool and almost falling to the ground before catching himself.
He slowly made his way out of the bar, but not before a few other stumbles and making one glass 'overflow' without touching it at all.