Lot made a childish face but knew deep down somewhere that he was right it was just so very hard to care about truth and consequences when he was this high. "Are you going to be timing how long it takes for the house to fall on me or just stand over my ruby red slippers and say I told you so?" he smirked, "I don't know why you have such an aversion to her, I would have thought you two would have gotten along like a house on fire,"
"I would like to tell you I'll be sober in a few hours and grant you a drink as I think as my second in command you are doing a tremendous job and deserve it," he began, "However I doubt very much that by later I'll be any different-" he stopped abruptly and held a finger up, "in fact," he started again, "I may be worse," he blinked, "I'll do my best," he gave a strangely sheepish smile.