Damascus' frown grew. "Well, thash not very nisse." he ammended, nodding slowly. "but... but whyar you cryin, then? Do, do you need shome water? I think ya need shome water."
He lifted his head and craned it back toward the bar, letting out a deep breath when he realized that he would have to walk back to get a glass. He glanced back at Boris again.
"Nnnever- never you mind, Borish. I'll get, getcha tha' water." He stumbled to his feet, and hovered, trying to regain some control of his balance.
Finally, he took a step, and promptly slammed into a stool.
"Wash tha- wash that doin there? Oww..." He sat for a few seconds, hugging the circular seat, and then glanced back once more. "One momen", Borish! I jus need to... to take a quick break."
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