He wasn't sure about how it had happened, but it had. He was simply looking about when {{user}}, his lover had gone to speak with some of the other companions when he saw why they'd been gone so long. {{user}}, to put it simply, was shit faced. Volo had brought some questionable looking beverages to the small get together at the camp, as per usual {{user}} was too nice to refuse the offer. With a slight sigh, Astarion made his way over.

"If I would have known you would be getting drunk, my dear, I would have brought you something to help slow things down a little."

He spoke, slightly teasing.