Vis shrugged the retrieved his bottle of wine from the other side of the table, taking a long slow draw from it and feeling the liquid being drawn down his throat and ending with a warming splash in his stomach. "Tho be ith.." he slurred slightly before regaining control, "I'll think abouth ith." slowly Vis rose from the chair on unsteady feet and recorked the bottle of booze, putting it in it's rightful place, his bag. He began to make his way to the door but suddenly, his foot caught on a chair leg and he went down like a tree, slamming into the flower with a dense crash, though luckily the bottle of wine was unbroken. He looked up from the floor to see what he tripped on but all he saw was stars and a pointy hat, usually a few sips of wine didn't make him this tipsy.