Marco lifted his head slowly, squinting up at the person who had walked in. He had noticed that someone new had posted to the network the day before, and wasn't treated to the usual collection of helpful posts that came on days that weren't like yesterday. Somehow, he managed to recall that, even through his drunken stupor. There was a new girl This was the new girl.
He didn't bother to try to climb down off the bar, nor did he offer up the bottle that he was still clinging to. He did lazily turn to look over his shoulder to see what other liquor was there, and the motion sent him unsteadily swaying again. "Dunno. It'sum bar," he slurred. He grabbed the first bottle within reach, then set it down beside him, for her, without looking at it. Past that, he didn't pay her much mind yet, just lazily looked around the room. "Bon apetite," he told her, then snorted a laugh, because he was pretty sure that wasn't what you said with drinks.