The evening got off to a great start, and it didn't feel like long before the drinks were flowing and the conversation was getting less and less intelligent. Mitch had decided to ease off the alcohol once Karaiyah started to slip, knowing that it was wise to have at least one kind-of-sober person in a party, even a party of two. 

[i]"Miiitch. Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitchhhh. Haha, your name kinda sounds like bitch. Bitch Mitch."[/i] 

Mitch laughed. "Wouldn't be the first time someone made that connection..." He looked at the bartender and gestured to him to cut her off. 

[i]"You're nooot a bitch though, you're actually kinda nice. Nice Mitch. Shiiit!"[/i]

Mitch laughed again, this time a bit more forced as he saw Karaiyah wavering. "Why thank you, I-woah there," He reached out to steady her as she lost her balance, taking her shoulder in one hand and her hand in the other. Standing up form his stool, he still kept a steadying grip on the Siren and smiled gently. "Maybe it's time we got back, eh?" He asked softly, leading her to a more steady and less likely-to-fall-out-of booth. "I think you've had enough."