Dar'shin raised the full shotglass to propose yet another toast. Sure, the table was empty, but that hadn't stopped him the last.... How many times was it now? He glanced down at the bottle on the table which, much to his amazement, was almost empty and only had about one more in it. These last two had to count. Dar'shin cleared his throat.

'To bad choices, and the consequences that follow,' he announced to no one in particular. Upon saying this, he emptied the glass down the back of his throat and winced. The alcohol was weak and watered-down even at the bottom of the bottle. He ran his fingers roughly through his hair then dropped his hands to the tabletop. Gods above, he really was a special breed of idiot. Inches from something he wanted, and his feet pulled him miles away. He sighed at the memory, hazy as it was. Of course, that was the idea, which in turn reminded him. Shakily, he poured most of the remainder of the cheap booze into the empty glass and raised it again.

'To the beautiful women. May they live happy lives,' he mumbled before inverting the drink once again. He set the glass down then abruptly slammed his head against the table. This did not have the desired effect, which was to make himself feel better. Instead it made his head hurt, which meant that he needed more alcohol. He waved to the bartender and ordered another bottle. After a brief argument he managed to get his hands on something a bit stronger. He had just thought of about a dozen more things to raise a glass to. It was going to be a very long night for Dar'shin. Maybe he could get some work done.