[ It takes about five minutes for Aranea to return to the bar, and when she does, she has one (1) very intoxicated individual in tow. That is, a young man is leaning against her, feet every which way, head lolling forward. She's got her arm around his back and supports his weight easily, even with her injury still lingering. The front of his shirt is, uh, quite stained. With what, you may ask? Who knows. Aranea certainly doesn't. She's also not hurrying to find out.
A bit unceremoniously, she pushes him into a seat at the bar. One hand is kept on the top of his head, the other holding his chin up. ]
Hey. [ She snaps her fingers at whoever's closest. ] Get me a glass of water.
[ From a commodore in the imperial army to ensuring drunks don't choke on their own vomit... Aranea bites back a sigh, barely, and does the job in front of her. ]
whoops hi guys......
A bit unceremoniously, she pushes him into a seat at the bar. One hand is kept on the top of his head, the other holding his chin up. ]
Hey. [ She snaps her fingers at whoever's closest. ] Get me a glass of water.
[ From a commodore in the imperial army to ensuring drunks don't choke on their own vomit... Aranea bites back a sigh, barely, and does the job in front of her. ]