Charlie growled a little at his sister for smacking him on the head, but as they were both very intoxicated he was more inclined to forgive her. "If I said I'll take you, would you smack me on the head too?" He made sure to deliver this in as joking a tone as he could muster, though the offer was, of course, entirely serious. Really, she didn't even need to come home with him. Behind the restaurant would do. Or somewhere secluded in it. The offer stood for anyone who wanted to take it, unless his sister had a terrible secret he didn't want to know about.

Cezelia had been standing just feet behind Charlie and his young galdor lady-friend, but determined to make a profit of some kind this evening hadn't strayed too far. She frowned slightly to learn the girl tugging on his clothing was his sister, but she quickly banished the look of distaste from her face--what other people did behind closed doors was their own business, and far be it from her to judge their private lives when her own might make others' faces look as if they'd smelled something foul.

She winked a painted eye in the direction of the table, for the benefit of anyone sober enough to catch it. "Well if two drinks has made him this charming," a long, tapered finger brushed the back of Charlie's ear as she leaned slightly closer, "I can't wait until this next one goes down." Turning to Gwen, she pulled her lips into a tight smile. "Whatever he's been drinking," she produced a tally from the breast of her robes and offered it over in a flat, strikingly bare, palm, "I think another is in order."

From the corner of her eye she surveyed the goings-on. She wasn't quite sure what the two gentlemen at the table had in mind, but she had the distinct impression there was money on the line. Perhaps she could help their wager along a bit. "--Where are you off to after you leave the Walk, hmm?" Her hand was now curling over his shoulder, working her sleeve up delicately to reveal a wrist and forearm covered in flowering plants. "Perhaps you'd be interested in coming with me? ...You could bring your--err--sister, if you like."

"Right ye are, lovely." Gwen said, palming the tally without any intention of telling the woman Charlie had already payed for all of their drinks.

She disappeared for a few minutes and came back with a tray laden full of drinks, plus two extra that none of them had ordered.

"Compliments o'the Widow's Walk, since ye seem like such cheerful folk."

"For the last time, issnot like that! Tryin' to get him off yer table. Little beast. And yer not drinkin' any more, Charlie, I wanna go home soon. M'tired. You drag me out here and then you get me drunk and I don't like you. Now geddoff that table," she said, pulling fruitlessly at his shoulders, "or I'm goin' home mysself. Dunno where home is but I'm goin' there." She would stay for a short time, but they would have to leave and go at least somewhere else eventually or she was going to pull a drunken hissy fit of the likes she would never have sober.

As everything quite literally unfolded or at least somewhat undressed at his table, Corwynn was busy digging for coins in his wallet. Whatever the witch intended to do with the two drunk galdori was definitely something the gunman considered worthwhile to wash his hands of before it was too clocking late. He'd obviously succeeded in flustering Gwen enough and gotten a good laugh out of it for both himself and his butler. It was most likely as good an exit as any, still sober and rather entertained.

He didn't bother to entirely check the exact sum of birds he slammed triumphantly on the table, but he was confident it covered drinks, trouble, and probably a few other things. Possibly for several days.

"Well, it's been clocking wonderful to welcome you to the lovely Harbor, children, but I do believe that it's time for this old man to bid you all an even lovelier evening." The blond galdor grinned, obviously sarcastic, "So, please don't hesitate to enjoy yourselves further without me, as I do so hope you all will."

He was laughing, unable to keep it contained as he slid from his chair and turned to leave, pausing to lean on the table on one hand and offer a sly grin in Lauraline's direction, practically purring, though he was really baiting the drunk young man he was leaning near, "If you need a ride home, young miss, I'm sure Wavorly and myself could do you the favor."

Perhaps under different circumstances, a man significantly older than himself making untoward offers at his sister would have stirred some sort of reaction in him. Then again, perhaps not. It had been a long time since Charlie had been able to fully appreciate such things. He gave, at best, a disapproving frown, before his attention was quite lured away by Cezelia rather obvious (to him) intentions towards his person.

He looked up at her happily, sort of wiggling his toes in his shoes, though no one could see. "Nowhere special," he purred, drunk and happy. Finally, someone was paying attention to him. He lolled his head around to look at Laur. "And I would be very interested in coming with you-- as for my sister..." He let his voice trail off. There was something older brothers were supposed to do, but he was quite possibly the drunkest he had been in ages. He couldn't for the life of him remember what that thing could possibly be.

"No no no no thank you, sir, no thank you. Don't generally go places with men old enough to be my father except my father. Yanno how that goes. But Charlie, Charlie, Charlie," the triad made sense, especially after one of the extra drinks, "I'm going with you. No idea how to get back home after all, yanno, and I don' want you goin' off with strange ladies on my watch." She of course didn't know he did that most days anyway.

Cezelia frowned slightly, her hazel eyes flickering on the girl as she slurred and sputtered her protests. "...Don't know who you're calling strange, nanabo. Your brother and I share quite a history!" As if to confirm this statement, she snaked a decorated arm around his waist, pulling him tightly to her side. Her dense robes hissed like snakes as they pressed close. "Don't we, brunno?" Curling her lips into a suggestive grin, she turned once again to the drunk galdori man.

"Shall we go?" She winked a painted eyelid and turned towards the door, giving her charming companion a firm pat on the rump.