[The temptation to drink him out of house and home is there, but he'll refrain. No sense letting on too soon that he's such a lightweight, lest he lose the opportunity to challenge the larger man to a drinking contest in the future!! #priorities]
[--that said, no less than two beers and a bit of aimless conversation later, "Faust" decides to take his leave for the evening, appearing by all accounts to be stone-cold sober--]
[Until he tries to stand.]
[Then he falls out of his stool and onto the ground... laughing. As a demon, his body worked a bit differently, after all. It took a lot of alcohol to get his mind drunk, but his body? One beer was all it took to get him swaying a little. Any more than that, and the disconnect between the two makes him clumsy af. He still sobers up unnaturally fast, in just under 20 minutes, but until then--]
[ His pocketbook is grateful not to be bled totally dry by his fellow 'German'. Still it's nice to have a talk in his native tongue with a man that drinks with him like this. Still, he feels a bit bad and a little too sluggish. Had he been a younger man, he might have had the reflexes still to catch the falling beanpole.
But there's Faust on the floor and Reinhardt can only look down guilty. At least until that question is posed. Then Reinhardt grins hugely and lets out a vaguely more drunk than not guffaw. ] Me? I'm always way up there or have you forgotten I am taller than just about everyone I've ever met. [ Honestly, Reinhardt has yet to meet someone his size here. ]
But let me help you up. [ He's going to lumber to his feet. There's a slight sway before he leans down to offer a hand. He'll try to remember not to just lift Faust right off the ground by his arm. No one needs a demon dangling a foot off the ground by his arm. ]
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Reinhardt
Will you? My, how gallant of you!
[The temptation to drink him out of house and home is there, but he'll refrain. No sense letting on too soon that he's such a lightweight, lest he lose the opportunity to challenge the larger man to a drinking contest in the future!! #priorities]
[--that said, no less than two beers and a bit of aimless conversation later, "Faust" decides to take his leave for the evening, appearing by all accounts to be stone-cold sober--]
[Until he tries to stand.]
[Then he falls out of his stool and onto the ground... laughing. As a demon, his body worked a bit differently, after all. It took a lot of alcohol to get his mind drunk, but his body? One beer was all it took to get him swaying a little. Any more than that, and the disconnect between the two makes him clumsy af. He still sobers up unnaturally fast, in just under 20 minutes, but until then--]
--oh my! How did you get all the way up there?
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But there's Faust on the floor and Reinhardt can only look down guilty. At least until that question is posed. Then Reinhardt grins hugely and lets out a vaguely more drunk than not guffaw. ] Me? I'm always way up there or have you forgotten I am taller than just about everyone I've ever met. [ Honestly, Reinhardt has yet to meet someone his size here. ]
But let me help you up. [ He's going to lumber to his feet. There's a slight sway before he leans down to offer a hand. He'll try to remember not to just lift Faust right off the ground by his arm. No one needs a demon dangling a foot off the ground by his arm. ]