#(Awww haha the poor drunk guy. Gives him so many pat pats. Gonna get them tacos!)

[alkasden]

"I demand Taco Hell. I'll pay you. Ten taco party packs please."

He's slurring and swaying.

A look of concern comes over Alkas as she debates trying to help Alastor from falling or quickly tending to his delivery request. She decides to simply hold her hands up just in case he falls at least.

"Ya okays, radio dude? I can getcha the tacos, yeah. Just carefuls not to fall or puke 'fore I get back, yeah?" Seeing as he was only drunk, she gave him a good thumbs up before she begins to head off for his delivery order.

"Be back quick with 'em tacos, will make it eleven party packs!"