blinks, wondering how he happened upon France?

raises a bottle of Belgian beer to her, a sad attempt at a toast, with a huge, drunk smile on his face.

can not help but chuckle at the site. "Ah, mon cher, you are drunk." She informs.

"Non! Ce n'est pas possible! I never get drun~~~~k!" griiins and orders her a drink, just because he thinks he's rich when he's drunk.

chuckles, but will not say no to a drink. "Non, of course not.

chuckles. "See? You know I'm not drunk." sips his beer. "WhereamI?"

takes a sip of her class of wine when it arrives. "France, mon cher. You are in France."

blinks a few times. "Ooohhh, that explains a LOT." nods nods, then laughs. "Bien, bien! C'est fantastic!"

laughs, taking another sip of wine. "Oui, oui. How did you get all the way over here, mon cher~?"

for a few seconds, and then waves his hands around. "No idea."

not too terribly surprised. "Do you have a place to say, or are you going to walk back to Belgium, drunk?"

"Imma walk back home." nods nods... drinks more.

a nod. "Oui, of course." But is already planning to take him home when he passes out.

not pass out. Soon. "So, we haven't been properly introduced..."

chuckles, willing to play along. "Oui, monsieur. Je m'apelle Francine."

"I'm Benard!" waves at her, laying his head on the table.

a wave back, and watches him, taking another sip of her wine.

looks up at her. "Y'know... I'm r'lly r'lly drunk..."

nods, amused. "Oui, I am aware."

"Pardon..." mumbles and pouts.

chuckles, patting his shoulder. "ça va~"

nods, closing his eyes to mumble some weird song about alcohol.

wraps an arm around him, ready to take him home. "Come, mon cher. You can stay at my house."

pouuuuts. "But you live in Fraaaaaance..."

a nod. "Oui. Benard, you are in France."

"ooooh..." nods and passes out.

heaves a sigh, taking his arm and putting it around her shoulder and starts to drag him to his house.