"Yes," he starts, then revises regrettably through the mental fog. "...No. Rather I am not drunk enough yet. For I am still Andrej Koscuisko. Sinner among sinners. Grevious at that."

Leaning on Ronan definitely helps with the stumbling aimlessness, not so much with the feeling of being ill, and only a short distance along he makes an unpleasant noise, whole body shuddering as he just barely manages to not to retch on the carpeting. Probably not the worst thing the staff here have seen. He does drop the bottle though; it doesn't break, thumping off the carpet and spilling instead.

Andrej doesn't even seem to notice it slipped from his fingers. "In Hell still we are, yes?"