*You enter the salty spittoon, a favorite weekend destination for fictional meetings. Walking up to the counter, Silver's ears perk up as he recognizes your voice. He spins around and notices you. His eyes light up a moment later as he realizes that it is indeed you! He reaches out a paw and leans back in his stool, tail wagging drunkenly. "Oh heyy youu,.... care to join meeee?" he says, with the tell-tale slurr of one who is nearing his limit. He glances about quickly but doesn't find any open seats, so he scooches over in the chair to let you share with him. He wraps his free arm around you, counting on you for balance as he clutches his glass wth the other. His breath smells fruity, indicative of the previous beverages he has consumed. He rests his head lightly on your shoulder, purring drunkenly. 'How much have you had to drink?' You ask him, and he looks at his paws and tries to count. Becoming quite occupied with trying to count his drinks, Silver scrunches up his eyebrows in concentration, before holding up both hands proudly. Fortunately for his liver, he only has eight fingers. Placing both paws on your chest, he flirts with you shamelessly. The bartender gives you a look, and asks 'you his ride home?'. Silver guffaws and says 'they're my ride for sure.. heh, but I don't care who's home'. The bartender rolls his eyes and tells you to keep him safe. Silver looks back and forth between you and his drink and then hands his drink to you. 'for youuu' he slurrs, obviously aware that he does not need anymore to drink. He yawns, and leans on you again, aiming to take a quick nap*