Helloooo... Mission control to Snipes. Come in, Snipes.
[as if Irahl needed any indication of how drunk Robin is, he drops his glass down on the counter a little harder and louder than he maybe should have, and leans his elbow down on the bar, twisting to get a look at his ward's face. he normally might have taken the silence as a "yes", but tonight he's having too much fun to let this one go and shimmy back off into the crowd.]
no subject
[as if Irahl needed any indication of how drunk Robin is, he drops his glass down on the counter a little harder and louder than he maybe should have, and leans his elbow down on the bar, twisting to get a look at his ward's face. he normally might have taken the silence as a "yes", but tonight he's having too much fun to let this one go and shimmy back off into the crowd.]
You hear what I said?