"Drinks on me tonight, boys!" Faris, cheeks flushed with ale, announced to the busy tavern as she hopped from a chair to the bar counter, waving her mug about and sloshing the foaming drink all over herself and anyone unlucky enough to be below her. "Ya hear that, barkeep? Keep the rounds coming! More rounds for everyone!"
"Faris, get down! You're gonna break your fool neck," one of her fellow guardsmen hissed, tugging at her kilt, but she just pranced away across the counter, hopping around peoples' drinks--and kicking over a fair few (mostly empty, thank goodness) since she wasn't nearly as graceful right now as she thought she was.
"I'll get down when I break my neck, but my neck's not broke yet!" she said with a laugh, and took another swallow of ale--and knocking over another mug of booze. The man cursed a protest, and she just shoved her mug of ale under his nose and pat his head. "Don't worry, didn't ya hear? I got you covered, man! Don't worry! Hey! Barkeep! Bring this fella a drink, you hear--ah!"
She yelped and flailed when that same guardsman grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down from the bar. "Faris, you're drunk."
"Naaaaaw."
"You're totally wasted. You ordered rounds for the entire house."
"Yeah, I know," Faris said, trying to wriggle free.
"You can't afford that!"
"Hey, hey, don't tell me how to live my life!" And Faris ducked out of his arms, pat his cheek, and skipped away to hop back up onto a chair--that swayed precariously as she stood atop it.
"Who's up for some gambling?!" she called, and her friend sank his face into his hand with a loud groan.
That was usually how she tried to pay for things when she got like this.
And it never ended well.
"Fine, fine, you do you," he said with a sigh as he rose to his feet and gave her a wave. "Don't call me when you wind up in an alley in your smallclothes again with stuff drawn all over your face." And with that said, he slipped out into the night. Most of the rest of the tavern was full of her fellow guardsmen, as well. She'd be fine, as she always was. But he didn't like to stick around because the secondhand embarrassment was too strong.