"Huh? I'm Lucas, nice to meet you." The phrase comes out by rote. He usually doesn't use his last name when he's wasted... Probably best not to be recognized.

The bacon escapes. He's not gonna go after it or anything, but it's probably best to get it away from his flailing limbs. He looks up at the bugman. "Uh, I dunno. Like... Some beers and a few cocktails or whatever. Oh, and someone brought smirnoffs so I had one of those but I had to be drunk to drink them cos they're gross."

He shrugs. "Sorry about your straw difficulties or whatever. Maybe, uh. Man, I dunno. That really does suck, though..." He's not articulating his sympathy very well. "I guess people chose to be kind of monstery in my past life or whatever, but I don't think you guys did, so that sucks."