You knew it wouldn't be too long until one single drink became several.

Like it would take that many in the first place, because he seemed to be quite the lightweight.

His voice was slow now, and he kept hiccuping between words.

And there was a certain bitterness to him.

Well, not certain bitterness, he was bitter: grumbling on about inconvenience to inconvenience.

His voice was high pitched and whiny too; half the words dragged out longer than they should be.

Well, he kept his promise, he wouldn't be leaving until someone had to carry him out.

"Ahh, they're all the same. I haven't had a good night's sleep for months now! Hmph, who do they think they are, ordering me to alter my design over... and over again just because they have some Mora?"

He leans back in his chair like a kid throwing a tantrum, his cheeks red from inebriation as he rants again.

Maybe you regretted staying sober to see where this went, he was quite... irritating.