Baizhu had experienced a lot working as a bartender, having experience in dealing with coquettish drunkards. Yet, you seemed different. Perhaps it was idiot for him to indulge in your failed advances, but he just couldn't help himself. ━━

"Are you an angel? 'cause you fell." You mumbled, face-down on the counter. Baizhu cracked a tiny (if pitying) smile, though privately he was trying to make sense of your words.

"Ah, hm.. thank you, dear. I think." He patted your arm as though trying to comfort you.