Leaning back on a chair in the corner, Kalar held a mug with beer, sipping at it from time to time. Once again, a bunch of his guild mates were goofing off again. He smiled at the thought of this, something he had started to do when he entered Fairy Tail. Before coming, he would always be working. Now, he could do what he wanted, if he had the money. Feeling for his pouch, he struggled for a bit before falling onto the ground, unable to keep his balance. His mug went flying for a bit before spilling all over him, and a table next to him. 

Kalar did not turn to see if there was anybody that got splashed, but he felt a wetness on his clothes. 

"Not again!" with a cry of despair. He would have to get cleaned and then get a job, but all the jobs may be gone. Propping himself up, he lost his balance again, falling over the chair and fell to the ground. Before he fell though, his hand pushed down on the other adjacent table, upending the contents of beer onto him again; this time, most of it went down his throat, but now it burned, as he was not prepared. He laid there, trying to recover from the shock of more alcohol being consumed. Today was not a good day.