Doris
**"Hm. I guess so. We were probably loud."**

Michael muttered, scanning the room. He shrugged and sat back, looking to her.

**"If you want to leave we can."**
Cora
**Marceline nods her head, agreeing. She then scoots her chair back and stands, moving away from the table, which she's left a few morsels of pie, and a few drinks of bubbly water left along with 16 silver coins.** "Come on then! I've had my fill. It was most delicious."

**She makes sure to take a glance at Arthur directly, staring back at them. For reasons unknown, Marceline winks at him, then turns away waiting for Michael.** "To the exit. There can't be anything else worthwhile for us here."
Doris
Michael slowly stood up, scanning the faces inside the shop before looking to the table at what had been left.

**"Very well then."**

He stretched before following along with the rather strange and unknown woman.
Cora
**Marceline ambles toward the Cafe's exit swiftly, no hurry, It just seems to be her usual walking pace. She makes It outside, then struts away from the building with Michael presumably by her side or behind her some ways.** "Alright! I don't know about you mate but my next destination Is Mirgova, It's by... Mirgov River, If you know the place."

**Marceline says, before she look up at the sky, putting a hand flat above her eyes so the sun doesn't tarnish her sight.** "It's West, maybe... Three days journey at quick pace. I suppose my visit can wait, If you've got somewhere to be sooner?" (
Becky
*10 drinks in. The alcohol is starting to take effect. Her vision becomes blurry, her body shaking violently. She starts to see things, the world warping around her. Her tears are running now, and she stifles the sobs by drinking more, which only increases the emotion.*

*20 drinks in. Her vision is now extremely blurry, and can't see clearly 3 feet in front of her. The world, for some reason, is blue, and she isn't in the restaurant anymore. She thinks she's hallucinating, which is a sure sign she drank far too much. Then, she sees Hakaze sitting across the table from her. She opens her mouth, but no words come out. Hakaze speaks "Now now. You've had far too much for tonight. Too much for me, even. You're going to pass out soon, so remember, stay limp. It'll prevent further injury. Remember, I love you." Her vision turns dark as she falls to the floor, unconscious, and landing with an audible thud*
Doris
Michael had begun to follow Marcie out, pausing at the door as he heard a thud.

**"You hear that?"**

Michael questioned, stopping suddenly as he looked back into the store. 

**"Should we go look?-"**
Cora
**Marceline turns around as well, she peers at the door, and a ways Inside, having heard the thud along with Michael. She groans, she grumbles, she walks back over.** "Blimey me. Sounds like a body hitting the wood. Think someone's all knackered In there from the tap?" **She asks Michael.**
Doris
**"Now isn't a time for jokes."**

He replied, shooting her a look. Not a rude one, but one that reminded her to keep focused and to be mature. He walked past their table as he glanced around the restraunt, catching eye of their table. He silently swore under his breath, leaving Five silver pieces on the table for his meal and drink. Hopefully no one saw that he had forgotten to pay. Michael moved to the counter, glancing around.

**"It did sound like something hitting the ground though, that's for sure."**
Cora
**Marceline has the mind to correct her friend for his false understanding, but she decides against It, and follows him back Into the Oriate Cheese Cafe. The first thing Marceline after some thorough looking, Is a person comatose!** "Folly you, Michael did you *Really* Miss *That?*" **Marceline points out the body, then steps over to It.**

"Look, just as I said, knackered on the tap." **Marceline kneels, and prods the girls body gently.** "Oi... She looks done In dunnit? She's out cold."
Mary
*The woman would lie unconscious, wearing tattered blue robes, with a beautifully ornate bow slung over her shoulder as well as a quiver of arrows. She would be barefoot, surprising in the city. Her hair was messy, and she was thin, too thin. Her face was extremely pale, and it seemed like she hadn't been taking care of herself.*
Cora
**Marceline makes a quick Inspection on the girls attire, and state. She furrows her brow and mulls over what to do about It. Ultimately, she decides to turn her over onto her back** ``Assuming she was previously faceplanted.`` **And move her head around. Marceline knows a thing or two about being Inebriated, especially to such a degree.** "Heavens... If I didn't know any better, I'd say we should start digging a grave."

**Then Marceline makes an attempt at waking the drunk up!** "Oi, come on. Come on lass... Up!" **She lightly taps the woman's cheek.**
Becky
*Darkness. Only darkness. Yakaiyo's mind was fuzzy, and she wasn't able to think straight. She had far too much alcohol. Only one word went through her mind. "Hakaze." Turns out she was saying that while unconscious, not that others knew what it meant. She felt a hand on her cheek, and realized, she had passed out in the middle of a restaurant. 'Wake up! Someone's here.' She couldn't though, her mind far to clouded. She would stir only slightly, those around her seeing her now open, glazed eyes, and her mouth repeating the same word, 'Hakaze.'*
Cora
**Marceline remains kneeled over the girls body, tilting her head at the new movements, and the repeating of the same word.** "Ahh, here she Is. Coming back from the fray of Intoxication. Welcome back madam... Madam?" **She claps her hands, above the girls face, trying to bring her back to full consciousness.** "Tally-hooo! Come to? Wakey wakey, sound off!"
Jessica
*Arthur would have finished his food by this time, savoring the last bits of meat, cheese, and other delectable goodnesses that he had ordered. He could still taste the various spices of the meat in one of his meals, could feel the tastes dance and coerce eachother into a melody that elevated his taste buds to transcendent levels, a symphonic elegy composed of ingredients that simply caused his sense of food-pleasure to ascend and rise beyond human amounts. Yes, this was indeed food to excite over; the materials and resources were so finely cooked and baked together that they complimented the other in ways never thought possible by the kitsune; it was like a ball of different aromatic flavors, each of which twirled and gyrated in perfect balance with one another. Flavors colliding dramatically, powerfully, while also having some backdrops in the background that added to the mix, not too overwhelming, but at the same time, a part of the overall balance that made allmof the dishes so beautifully wonderful. He would be finished with his meal at this point, wiping the corners of his mouth with his arm.*

*However, in this time, he would notice an odd woman laying unconscious on the floor in front of him. He couldn't tell exactly what race she was at the moment, and she seemed to be out cold; a reflection that mirrored those that he saw in pubs and bars of people who were beat up silly, giving way to their injuries and being knocked to the ground quite violently. Though, from the looks of it, there didn't seem to be a conflict while he was in the store; he would have heard it, and obviously would have reacted to it. Probably by putting both fighters out of commision, but hey - it gotmthe job done, didn't it?*

*Glancing back at his table, he would notice that he had a great deal of bubble water left in his glass. Almost 3/4 full, actually. He would take a small sip out of the glass, the strong carbonation of the drink causing his eyes to widen with surprise as he grasped his throat lightly with his hand. He hadn't expected this taste from when he first drank it, and he imagined that he never would get used to it. Gagging minimally, he would pick up the glass, and walk over to where another woman was kneeling over the girl's body. Casually, he strode over, and dumped the entirety of the contents of the glass onto the girl's head, causing water to spill all across the floor, soaking into her hair and clothes. He didn't look bothered at all by this fact; instead, he was quite curious as to see the woman's response.*