[To his credit, the drink he's mixing right now is reasonably close to the recipe when one considers that he isn't actually measuring the proportions and is too drunk to be trying to eyeball them. Passable, certainly, if nothing else...

... now if only he could remember who he was supposed to be making this for. Where did they go? After a moment of looking around doesn't manage to jog his memory, he shrugs and... bottoms up.]

Suppose you're right. And now I've had one more.

[...]

Kinda hard to make it a race when I don't... have any idea how many you've had, though...