She was giving him all the queues necessary to elude to her interest in accompanying him tonight.  Still his thoughts processed the fact slowly as his now seemingly heavy eyelids batted slower with each blink.  “Lilac?  A pretty name.”  It was okay, if he was being honest with himself, but why not flatter her?<br/><br/><i>Perhaps after you finish that drink we could go somewhere more... private.  </i>Such words brought an easy grin to his face, as his hand toyed with his mug leisurely turning it back and forth as he soaked in the comment.  Abruptly he leaned forward, taking a hold of the handle and tilting the mug towards her, “I suppose I shouldn't keep a beautiful lady waiting right?” Flashing her a smile that was soon eclipsed by his mug of whiskey, he chugged what was left of it, doing his best to show little reaction to the after taste and returned burning sensation.<br/><br/>It was then that he stood, and realized his mistake in misjudging how much he had drank, and the effect it would have on him.  Raising his brows, his shoulders shook as he laughed at his own situation.  “Fuck me...I dont usually get this....whatever,” he rambled, not being able to word exactly what was happening as the world spun before him.  Looking at her with another chuckle, Jaden stretched his hand in a gesture to join him, “More private places, right?”<br/><br/>Should she come, he would make his way with her at his arm up the stairs.  A single guard stood sentry outside the door to his rented room for the night.  It was a young man, not more than eighteen years of age, most likely given the task of standing watch cause he couldn't be trusted with much else with his level of experience.<br/><br/>“Sir!” The boy snapped to attention, seeming overly vigorous for a person who was tasked with such an uneventful job.<br/><br/>Jaden smiled widely at patted the boys cheek roughly, enough to be considered a slap in most peoples book.  “You’re good.  Go see if the officers downstairs have anything for you to do.  Tell them I have a need for privacy tonight.”<br/><br/>“Yes, Sir!”  The boy said without making eye contact and taking a step to the side to allow his commander and accompanying woman to enter the room.<br/><br/>Paying him no more mind, Jaden pushed into his room with his drow companion.  A single humble bed neatly made with a two drawer dresser at each side nearly completed what the room had to offer.  It was low lit by a lantern, and outside of a table with two chairs and a window, there wasn't much else.<br/><br/>Jaden immediately began to fumble with the fastenings of his armor to no avail.  The drunken state he had sunken into made it nearly impossible for his fingers to work the intricate buckles and laces necessary to remove his protective gear.  “Curse the gods...” his head tilted back in defeat, as he turned and sat on his bed.  His eyes heavy with sleep looked up to the woman who joined him, “...I pray this armor doesn't keep out the one thing I want under it.  I may need your assistance with this.”  Heavy hands pulled at a simple buckle in the wrong direction.  It was clear the second he found himself in a resting position, he’d most likely slip into a deep sleep.