I hear a bit of noise and wonder if it's the opium playing tricks on me. Lucien's right though because that bit of noise blossoms into an off-key tune. "I believe it is Henry the Eighth." I listen to a bit more before commenting, "Damn, he's mangled the hell out it as well." I shake my head, muttering, "No respect for the classics."

A form stumbles from the darkness and I'm squinting at him, trying to place a name with his face. I don't believe I know him but as he only wants directions, I'm happy to oblige him as I make a random guess and point off to the right. "That way," I firmly say. Lucien's steadier than me it seems and he steps forward, exchanging words with the fellow as he waves him over.

"Kaeli?" I blink drunkenly before pointing to the left. "She's that way." At least I think she is. I ponder it a moment before pointing right again and saying, "Or perhaps that way." Lucien apparently knows the way, thank fuck. "Yes, of course. That way." I grin as I agree. "Come along then. Can't stumble around all night. There's more liquor to be had."