Hypnotized

Two hours later, Damien seemed pretty drunk. Wasted even. Although his speed dropped after the initial shots, Lane continued to sneakily push drinks his way, even switching the cups, until he got Damien to the point where his eyes were all blurry, speech slurred, and his shoulder slumped, supporting himself on the damp table without even realizing that one of his sleeves got soiled by a bit of spilled drink.

It seemed it was finally the time to start with the actual 'chat' they came here for.

Lane stood up, instantly reaching out to support himself as his head spun. Even though he was nowhere as drunk as Damien, he also had to drink quite a bit so as not to make it too suspicious, more than he intended… Still, an opportunity like that might not happen again, so he moved out of his seat, and slid next to Damien instead.