Blaise thought about staying exactly where he was, just for the hell of it, but relented. He was drunk and standing was tiring business. He took his seat almost gingerly, cradling his bottle of Pappy more securely, now that he was sure he wasn't going to throw it. He took several steadying breaths - willing the anger and the sadness and... and... indignation to subside. As his heart-rate slowed, as his alcohol-addled head cleared, he thought of the more pressing issue.