"The 'B' in Bora stands for 'beer.'" Bora slurred, clearly drunk.

You had him in your arms, though he was drooping towards the ground since he was reluctant to be taken from the bar.

"If you paint a house, wouldn't it get bigger? And if you paint a room, wouldn't it get smaller?" Bora asked, looking up at you as you strained to keep him up and pull him to the car.

Out of nowhere, he pulls out a beer, seemingly from his pocket.