Quite The Entrance [Open]

"Ooouuugh." Adam said, the tumble of sounds coming from his mouth as he raised a hand to his forehead and tried to make the bar stop spinning. Turned out lifting his head had been a bad idea, from the way it felt like the table beneath him was tipping back and forth. Was he drunk? He was probably drunk. A shaky voice cut through his nausea and he looked at the person who's table he'd ruined. She was quite striking, almost like a ghost, and for a moment Adam wondered if she was a hallucination. But no, she stayed there even when he shut his eyes tight and reopened them, so she was probably real. "Uh...hey. Yeah. I think? Yeah." He mentally checked all of his areas: arms, still whole, legs, still there, torso, still hot, dic- well, he'd check that one privately later. "Um...sorry about your...dinner. Adam tried to jump off of the table, frowning as he picked various scraps of vegetables from his pants. The bar staff weren't looking too pleased with him, but seemed content to let him work it out himself, so he looked back to his accidental victim. "Adam Pikely, famous highwayman and notorious flirt. You've likely heard of me. You are?" adam Mistreat your Altar Boys long enough and this is what you get Sad and angry... can't learn how to behave Still won't know how in the darkness of the grave