Looking around from where he laid, there seemed to be stars all around him, Kalar felt himself being lifted and set on his feet. His knees wobbled for a bit before steadying themselves. He looked up to hear the man called the "Star Child" for some strange reason setting the tables back up and asking if he were old enough to drink. 

"Of course, I am old enough. The legal age is fifteen. I am no kid," Kalar says while trying to keep on his feet. He starts reaching for a chair, as to insure he does not fall over again. Finding one, he lowers himself down to see a woman moving away form him and then disappearing in a light. 

"I think, though, I have had enough. I think that was my fifteenth beer or so." 

He looked up to see the dancers still going. So graceful. If only he had the courage, he could go up and join them. Now, the jobs must be gone by now. Might as well go check. Kalar stood back up, and moved slowly to the board.