“We are probably too drunk to attempt scaling the wall,” Loki admitted. “At least while also juggling bottles. And speaking of, we might need a couple more, so if you see any try to abduct them.”

The strangest thing about having Sif on his arm was that he could actually lead the way, and she would actually follow. Of course, that wasn't such a great thing when they were both indecisive drunks who had no idea where they ought to be going. “Make up your mind, Lady Sif,” he exclaimed. “Up or down? I suppose if we really want a balcony we could see if either of our rooms decided to produce one in our absence, but that's a bit of a gamble, and the clock is rather close.”