And you're an incompetent, babbling drunk who's just made an absolute mess of a community kitchen. I hope you're proud of yourself. Really, I don't think I've ever gotten to witness such an embarrassing accomplish in person before.
[Now he's going to sit down in his chair and massage at his temples for a moment. What the hell is he going to do about this? What the hell is even going on? Regardless, if he's lucky, the man will pass out in a drunken stupor and give him time to collect himself. He can't let Maya know about this--but she has every righ to--but not if her friend is now, suddenly, a raving alcoholic.]
Just perfect. [He has to mutter, getting to his feet. Screw moderation. This calls for some goddamn tea.]