"F-for sure! HIC!" Lorin giggled, then she called over the barkeep. "D-do you have, hic, any roomsh? I don't, hic, think I can go anywheresh tonight! HIC!"
The bartender rolled his eyes at her but nodded. "We do, rooms three and four are open."
"Thanksh, hic!" Lorin said, reaching into her pouch and attempting to take out some coins, but her fingers were so shaky that it took her some time to extract the money and give it to the barkeep. "Here you, hic, go, mate!" she said, getting to her feet, reeling around a bit before gripping a stool again to regain her balance.