<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Kevice didn't think most things were too strong for him, not after one cup anyway. He was an avid pursuer of the alcoholic variety, yet Kevice's movements were growing more sluggish as well, and he didn't seem concerned. Not poisoned then in some way. Vasyli was more likely just out of his element. Kevice advised him to just lay back and to take it easy. He was also mocking him a little bit because of his frame.<br/>
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“I'm probably heavier than you,” Vasyli pointed out, his muscle just lengthened and stretched over his long body. Osran had complained initially because he weighed more than he seemed, stating the benefits of him losing some. It would make some of the stunts easier, and also give Vasyli a softer appearance. Naturally, the elf told him to go fuck himself. He looked back to the girls Kevice was talking about going to talk to.<br/>
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“I don't know if I'm <i>that</i> intoxicated.” At least not to notice. “I've never slept with a human woman. Don't really know if I could bring myself to.” It had never been worth it for him to try, but he didn't think they were all that scary. He just didn't understand them, nor did he seek them out. “I don't think it should be that hard though. Men like Osran set the bar pretty low for the rest of us.” Human men, in general, he would assume, some of his racism bleeding through even if he typically tried to mask it better than that. He scooted everything farther onto the table, not wanting to knock anything down. He nodded to Kevice before standing, his vision swimming, thinking he would humor the other. At least he could count on him to fill in most of the conversation. Vasyli didn't think it would require much effort on his part.<br/>
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He stood still for a moment, one arm outstretched for balance as he tried to clear his vision. His plans changed when he bumped into the edge of the table, placing his hand over the decanter to keep it from tipping, only barely succeeding. Anxieties started to bud but he didn't let it get the best of him just yet. His heart was hammering away.<br/>
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“Some fresh air first,” Vasyli decided, seeking out the balcony. He walked out and then draped his arms over the railing, the second story distance not something that increased his anxiety, but actually made him feel marginally better. Not so closed in. The fresh air felt nice on his clammy skin. He didn't want Kevice to think he was so like the rumors, of weak sensibilities and unable to handle himself in a few of the more underground establishments. He wasn't nearly as snobby as he appeared and he was sure it was fine. Kevice was okay with it all, not a care in the world.</span></span>