So much for Jessica, but the intervention isn't unwelcome.

"Oh... Can't I come with you?" She puts on her prettiest pout.

A tension spot seems to be forming somewhere about his third eye, which isn't being helped by the drink.

"T'night? T'morrow? Iunno."

"When?" She's got a hold on his semi-cape, a 'please give me an answer' hold.

"T.. T'morrow. 'M feelin' funny. Need sl... Sl... Bed. Then vis't."

"Promise?"

"Yeah. Pir'miz."

"Wonderful! We can meet here again tomorrow and then you can spend time at my place."

Rabastan feels like he sobered up too fast. Way too fast.

"Righ'."