[his plan maybe didn't work the way he'd hoped, but... as he watches Irahl take a drink, he at least feels a little better about him. he takes the bottle with the same little smile and nod, trying to ignore his own... well, if he sits with his legs folded together, it's not so bad.

he tries to drink to match--but the stuff really is terrible, and he doesn't take it much better. if he's still sober enough to taste this, maybe he really should finish the bottle.]

Look, you... Obviously don't want to sleep with me, and I'm obviously so drunk that I'm not going to remember this in the morning, so...

[he holds the bottle out for him, if he wants another drink...]