"You know what would really get me thinking?" Silver told Palutena as they headed into Falco Lombardi's tavern.
"What? Something to take your mind off of writing more?" Palutena remarked with a smirk as she had her arms wrapped around the back of her head.
Silver shook his head as he wagged his right index finger. "Nope! Some drinks! A little alcohol never hurt anyone!" He then sat down at the wooden counter, placing his hands on it as he called out to Falco. "Yo, my blue falcon! One nice cold Scotch for me!"
"Suit yourself, marijuana head." Falco responded as he pulled out a bottle of Scotch and poured it into an empty glass, sliding the full cup to Silver.
Palutena placed her hands on Silver's shoulders as she frowned, feeling somewhat concerned. "Aren't you worried that you'll get wasted and that you'll forget about your plans to write?"
"Oh come now, Pal. It's just a little beer." Silver stated as he took a small sip and sighed of relief, turning to Palutena with a smile. "Beer never hurt anybody!"
SEVERAL LONG MINUTES OF DRINKING LATER
"It's no use...! It's..." Silver hiccuped as he was drunk off his ass, looking more yellow than a pile of piss in a toilet as he was barely able to stay conscious. "...No... use...!"
Falco chuckled as he was reorganizing his various beer bottles. "How about some more, pothead? You look like you could go for some!"
"I think he's had enough for the night..." Palutena responded as she took Silver in her arms and headed to her room, with Silver continuing to blabber as Falco couldn't help but laugh at the situation, Silver having lost precious minutes that he could have dedicated to writing.