Suddenly, the fuzzball is on his head. "What thh-!"

He tries to look up at it, but moving his head back causes the cat to dig little claws into his scalp. "Ow!" He quickly levels his head again.

Just in time to see Courfeyrac coming for his rum.

"Woah!" He jumps back, and up onto his feet. Trying to not spill the rum, or the kitten in the process.

It would have worked too, if the alcohol wasn't messing with his coordination. He stumbles as his weight shifts to his feet, and his inebriated sense of balance sends him backwards onto the floor.

Nerium, not one to go down with the ship, takes off from his head as he falls, and lands neatly, perfectly dry, a few feet away. The kitten huffily licks himself, and toddles off towards Bossuet. Bahorel gets a nice upside-down view of the kitten's haughty departure.

The glass of rum splashed about half of it's volume onto his chest and the floor next to him, but thanks to his efforts, the rest was retained in the cup.

With a sigh, Bahorel props himself up far enough to take nice long swig.