"They make great handles, for shoulder rides." While she still has a ways to go before being truly sloshed, Korrin isn't exactly sober at this point either. She chuckles and reaches for more, trusting that she'll either run out before hitting her limit or that these morons will knock each other out in due time and the bartender will magically reappear.

"Yeah, I've gored my share. That's why I had one modified, so the maids will stop complaining about replacing them. Speaking of goring, I swear I'm not making this up, but I've had repeated incidents of people almost falling on them from above. Just standing below the rookery makes me nervous now; maybe I'll have to take Krem up on getting those horn cozies made, before someone thinks I'm attracting that shit on purpose."