[he plants his little paws on the bar and forces himself (with unsteady feet) to raise up to his full height while balancing on the barstool. (Balance 17 and even with a penalty... it's probably enough to keep him from falling over.)
That will save from earlier doesn't mean shit when his pride is at stake.] Barkeep. Hey. Don't listen t' him. [Lord that was a little slurred.] He don't know what he's talkin' about. Get me another. I'll show 'em lightweight.
[you had to insult his Napoleonic pride, didn't you, Spike?]
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That will save from earlier doesn't mean shit when his pride is at stake.] Barkeep. Hey. Don't listen t' him. [Lord that was a little slurred.] He don't know what he's talkin' about. Get me another. I'll show 'em lightweight.
[you had to insult his Napoleonic pride, didn't you, Spike?]