Foran was on the ground rolling his head around on the floor more or less spread out like he had been hit by a truck, rather than curled up in a ball, like he fell. Thinking about the first time he ever drank, when one of his masters from before his arm had broken, offered him a drink on a festival. He was holding an umbrella for the old man, and was handed a drink “Here, I don't want you getting cold on me” He had said, and the stronger men who were also watching the festival laughed while Foran spit up the foul tasting ale.<br/><br/>His eyes opened when something started to touch him, he started to sit up right but his head hurt so much and he nearly went head first into the twisted elf. He was crawling overtop of him and in the darkness he could only faintly make out her smell. “Ash-” he started but stopped when he realized she was having a hard time speak herself. She was crying? Could Lilith even cry? Foran felt his mouth drop open and he wanted to hug her close. Tell her he was thankful to her for just about everything she had done for them.<br/><br/>She understood how he was hurting, it meant a lot to him. But she pulled away. She walked back onto the top deck, leaving foran with the strangest boner he's ever had.<br/><br/>Standing up and taking a bottle with him he stumbled up the steps after Ashy had left and held onto the wall for support. Half way to the deck he dug his claws into the wall leaving huge gashing in the wood while he dropped to his knees, his body started to wretch. Dry heaving from the lack of anything but rum in him. Foran finally got control over himself and started for the deck making it to the poop deck and looking aorund at the group, walking over the railing of the boat, not talking to anyone he threw the bottle against the stone wall of the cave, it shattered and the content went everywhere.<br/><br/>Last one, he thought to himself. No one rum or wine or anything else on this damn boat. Let's see her drink herself to death now.<br/><br/>Everyone else would just see a drunk Ramen throwing bottles overboard. Turning around and leaning on the railing for support he waited for anyone to tell him what was going on.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>