Kimbra rolls her eyes as she wipes another glass and puts it up in the glass rack above her head. She curls her platinum blond hair behind her pointy ears and bends down to fill another glass with orange juice. "You're underage, Syphiki."

The purple-haired milletian stares hard at the glass like it's some kind of conspiracy. He makes no motion to touch it for a couple of minutes while Kimbra returns to wiping dishes. Eventually, he gives up and drinks his stupid orange juice. "At least it's on the rocks."

A couple drinks later, Syphiki slams his sixth glass on the counter and hiccups. "Another!"

"Are you drunk?" Kimbra narrows her light teal eyes. "How are you drunk!?"

Syphiki squints back at the elf. "I... Don't.. Know... What... You're... Talking about..." He replies slowly, between hiccups and little giggles.

"Syphiki? Oh my god---"

The human wobbles a little.

At the other end of the counter, behind the back door, Einhart peeks into the bar, staring worriedly as Syphiki trashes around with an uncharacteristically happy smirk on his tiny cute little face, demanding another glass of "orange juice".

She didn't think anyone was going to use the orange juice. This was a goddamn bar, after all. She thought she was safe spiking it and using it as an emergency booze source for whenever Suzy banned her from the alcohol she technically owned.

She taps her fingers on the door, debating coming out and apologizing to Kimbra because she had actually just spent the last half hour basically making her sweet precious shota completely inebriated.

Or Ein could stay here and gaze happily away at how red Syphiki's cheeks were.

"Kimbraaa!" Syphiki whines. At this point, he was kneeling on his stool in attempt to look taller when, actually, it was making him look younger than he was. "C'mere, I have a secret to tell you."

The elf, on the other hand, was both worried and amused. Mostly worried, she wants to think, but her cheeks were as red as Syphiki's thinking about how adorable this complete change in disposition was.

"W-what?" Kimbra leans forward.

Syphiki breathes, warm air tingling Kimbra's ears until they turned red with embarrassment. "I'm... very... sleepy.... all of a sudden--"

Without notice, the human suddenly tips over, basically draping himself over the counter like a fish about to get chopped up into sushi. Kimbra catches him before he completely slid over to her side of the counter, her heart slamming a wooden pole against her ribs trying to get out-- in panic. "Oh geez, really?"

Meanwhile, behind the door a couple of meters away, Ein bites her thumb and spins away, flailing happily with the warmth that scene had filled her with. Okay, so maybe Kimbra doesn't have to know about her spiked juice stash.

"What are you doing?"

Ein stops and glances. "S-s-s-s-suzy!"

"... Okay, that's suspicious."

"No, it's not. Alright, I'm..." Ein clears her throat and combs her hair with her palms. "I'm going to back to work."

Suzy would scold her later, obviously.

And Kimbra had to carry a happy, sleepy drunk Syphiki home.