[Well good for him he isn't human, but really it is all just tracers for the most part, god he need grease and carbs on his stomach. A long pause as he started to dig through the pockets of his jacket, fishing out a pack of smokes and placing one in his lips]

All I know is that one, I'm drunk. Two, I got to get some food
. Three you're balance is throwing a kink in part two, yea?

[He'd amble, or stumble a bit closer and lean his elbow on the man's shoulder pointing at the menu above them.] Really ain't anyway to go wrong here... Ya got that roast beef thing and fries [oh glorious fries]

Just stay away from the salad an you'll be fine. [ a knowing nod of his head. Which really was a mistake as things started to blur and spin a bit]