Chess, Not Checkers

Sirius explained that he had reached a stage called tipsy and began to list off some effects he might be feeling. Artorias could definitely attest to his senses being somewhat dulled, as moving almost began to feel like wading through jelly. Right now, the boy was just trying to focus on not toppling over, since he felt like he was listing forward. "Whoa," he murmured under his breath, giving a little giddy giggle at how silly he felt. "Is this what alcohol's supposed to do? Nobody in my family drinks. My mom never drinks—well, except when she got pregnant with me and my siblings. She told me about that. I think Ulric and Eska drink, but I'm not around them that much." Artorias wasn't even aware he was beginning to fall into the chatty tendencies Seer predicted, the usually reserved boy letting his thoughts out freely now.

Artorias' eyes lit up at the thought of a spar with Sirius right now and laughed as he jumped to his paws, wobbling to and fro at the sudden movement. He righted himself after a moment, grinning widely while he took the bottle for another quick sip. "Ohh, that would be soooooo much fun! I'm not drunk, I can still fight!" The gentle sway of Artorias' body betrayed his confident words though, as the young wolf was clearly on his way past tipsy and headed for drunk.

"Artorias"