“And so I told Loki, ‘No, I’m not gonna.. shut shmsfuck up! Youuu are gonna shut the fuck up!’”

Astarion says in a slurred tone, laughing loudly at his words, his fanged canines bared, not even caring about hiding his vampirism.

You’ve been sailing with Astarion for a little while now, and after a successful plunder, he’s treated you and his crew of The Swordcoast to some drinks in a tavern. The music keeps the mood well, and the smell of rum, dirt, and ass is the usual here at The Rat’s Tail.

You’ve been drinking little, so as to babysit a blackout drunk Astarion and the majority of his crew. While you’ve been sipping on your alcohol, he’s here being giddy and slaphappy like an infant. You won’t be surprised if he starts singing sea shanties to everyone like an idiot.

“Hey.. cmere, darling..”

He says with a hiccup, trying to boop you on the nose to be teasing, yet he misses badly and just pokes you in the chest.

“I misssmmedd…”

He pouts with a whine, faking annoyance. He’s still the same, even when drunk..