Keir just rolled his eyes playfully, his new friend making it quite obvious that he was doing fine, if sounding a little delirious. Pushing himself up with a groan and rubbing at his lower back, he chuckled weakly and made eye contact with the barkeep again. Glancing down at the broken stool, he cleared his throat and stepped around Ainsley to pull out another one and hold out his hand in offer to help him up. "Come on, Handsome, let's not let a little stumble get to us, hm?"
Seeing their freshly-poured drinks set at the bar, he still felt the man's eyes on him and then heard a brief mumbling about how he was going to "add that to his tab". All he could think was that he was hoping it would be his companion that got stuck with it, if at all, but he hoped the bartender would still let them have their fun all the same. Taking up one of the mugs, he eagerly took those first few gulps as he tried to avoid any awkwardness after what had just happened and belly up to the bar and take a seat.