<em>What are you doing?! You don't even know any of these people! But not showing up now would be disgraceful...</em>In a mannerless fit, Laurin braced her left hand on the table and raised the mug to her lips, of which she forcefully drained the remaining contents. As the alcahol filtered into her, the tension in her fingers faded.<br/><br/>Propping both hands on the table top, she hoisted herself up -albeit a bit wobbly so- and adressed the table. "Gentlemen, we who are about to lie, solute you." A giggle of stupidity she didn't think possible escaped her as she realized how silly that must've sounded. Letting her fingers rake across every shoulder of the men she passed, she stopped at Balfor. "Away with us then, lest Joli and Lon start without us!" She seemed to be pleading with the man, as though she were trying to convince him that was the worst of their worries. And for the night, it may have been.