"Ow! Owowowowowow! Sorry, sorry!"
As if to cut the conversation short, someone drunkenly stumbled between the two.
All sides were taken off-guard by the sudden interloper. While the magi were still stunned at his entrance, he spread his arms wide and span around, throwing his wine glass into the air in the process.
"Uh..."
Gray muttered, giving voice to my inner monologue.
The young man fell, splaying out on the ground.
Along with a long, alcohol-drenched burp, the man's slightly unbearable body odour wafted out, filling the area. I had thought the banquet had just begun. How much had this guy drank in that short time?
"Sho-sh-sh-shorry! I musht apolog..." Unable to even pronounce his words properly, he crawled along the ground like a caterpillar, pressing a hand to his mouth as he belched again.
Like that, the crowd began to disperse. With a glance at each other and a long sigh, the two arguing magi went their separate ways. As if they were fleeing from the world's most disgusting piece of garbage, the fallen man was left alone to nurse his now ailing stomache.
I let a small sigh slip out in admiration.
"Umm..."
A voice called to me from behind.
Gray was holding the wine glass the man had thrown.
Not even a drop had been spilled - of course there was no way I could know that, but regardless there was still a considerable amount of drink left in the glass. Even without Add's influence, this girl's reflexes were something else.
"Perfect." Taking the glass from her, I held it out to the young man now stumbling to his feet. "Here you are."
Case Files II, Chapter 2, Part 3