France raised his eyebrows at her, running his tongue along his top lips. He had a low alcohol tolerance, due to only really having a glass or two of wine on regular nights. He was sophisticated. He did not usually allow himself to get like this - but it was fun. "I cannot 'elp your beyootiful leeps," he said, waving a hand about in the air. Then, he drunkly took his rose from behind his ear and slipped it between his teeth. He winked at her, and then rose to his feet. Stumbling forward, he barely got his balance and giggled. "I em drunk, I theenk," he admitted.

Denmark had to swivel her barstool a bit in order to see who had touched her - but the voice instantly gave her away. It was very recognisable. "Hej, China," the Nordic nation greeted her, a bit puzzled by her sudden appearance. "Of course, take a seat...en øl til hende, tak." The last part was spoken to the bartender, who nodded and immediately got himself busy pouring her a beer. She returned to China again, noticing the way in which she had dressed and spoken. It was sort of... flirty. Hrm. Maybe she would be trying to build up alliances today. "Why were you not in the meeting?" She asked over the top of her beer.