Last spark from the ashes

"I... hope not."

"Relax, Ghost. Hughes knows this stuff." Blaze has probably heard of sipping, but it's safe to assume she thinks it's for other people. She's better prepared for the drink this time, and... at least doesn't wind up spluttering, even if she pulls a wince.

"See? Not so hard." She gives Hughes an actual grin before pulling a bit of a face at the taste. "That the worst you've got?"

"I really hope you know what you're doing..." the Ghost mutters.

One more drink leads to another, and the little bot's fears mightn't be so unfounded. Once Blaze starts to relax for the first time in this new body, trading jibes with Hughes... it's also not long before her head starts swimming in a whole different way. Her laughter slows down to a chuckle, and then a puzzled look at her glass while she tries to remember what they were laughing about. Right before the table seems to be coming closer...

The Ghost jumps, flicking its gaze between them as Hughes also slumps over the table. It zips around them, trying to rouse either. But it also refuses to let the staff disturb them, checking and rechecking its readings hopefully while it waits...