Yeah, well, morning will tell how successful he was.
[ The pleasant buzzing under his skin takes his usual grumpiness out of his words. Instead he sounds more amused by the idea.
Set straight by Inej, he pulls himself away from the wall and they keep going the few more steps to his room. It's a weaving kind of walk, one he's grateful to have both Inej and his cane for. The cane point lets him know where the ground is, which is hard to concentrate on with his head spinning like it is.
Soon enough, they make it to his room and he carefully sits on the edge of it as she flops back inelegantly. While she's flopped, he struggles a bit to toe his shoes off but eventually gets it, kicking them under the bed. All he wants now is out of this damn suit. The hazard of joining the group for drinks after work: he doesn't have time to change. Nor does he usually want to, since it's never a situation where he ends up this drunk and thoroughly uncomfortable in his button up.
After the shoes, he pulls his jacket and tie off, tossing them onto the nearby chair. It takes several uncoordinated tries to get the buttons undone on his shirt but he manages it and tosses that in the direction of the chair as well. As for whether it makes it, he'll see in the morning. He'll get his trousers off in a minute but this is better at least. With a sigh, he flops back onto his pillows. ]
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[ The pleasant buzzing under his skin takes his usual grumpiness out of his words. Instead he sounds more amused by the idea.
Set straight by Inej, he pulls himself away from the wall and they keep going the few more steps to his room. It's a weaving kind of walk, one he's grateful to have both Inej and his cane for. The cane point lets him know where the ground is, which is hard to concentrate on with his head spinning like it is.
Soon enough, they make it to his room and he carefully sits on the edge of it as she flops back inelegantly. While she's flopped, he struggles a bit to toe his shoes off but eventually gets it, kicking them under the bed. All he wants now is out of this damn suit. The hazard of joining the group for drinks after work: he doesn't have time to change. Nor does he usually want to, since it's never a situation where he ends up this drunk and thoroughly uncomfortable in his button up.
After the shoes, he pulls his jacket and tie off, tossing them onto the nearby chair. It takes several uncoordinated tries to get the buttons undone on his shirt but he manages it and tosses that in the direction of the chair as well. As for whether it makes it, he'll see in the morning. He'll get his trousers off in a minute but this is better at least. With a sigh, he flops back onto his pillows. ]
Made it. Are you going to make it?