I'm about ninety percent certain it is. [And it's so large! Damn! Surely no one will miss a sliver— but no, they'll start by just looking at it. The bloodstone isn't even an excuse to extend this 'celebration' by wandering around some more, he really wants to stare at it. But if, as a bonus...

Hmm. Well, he's steadied, taking an experimental step side-to-side, to be sure he can remain upright. The whole world does not lurch up to meet him, which is a good sign; he can make it to the big rock, at the very least.]

We'll see; thanks. [wait.] Sorry, did you outdrink me that quickly? Am I really that much of a lightweight?

[Oh god, he is... that bodes well for the next party thrown by teens with lots of tequila he's going to get strongarmed into, doesn't it. He sighs, very put-upon by his garbage tolerance, and sidles around the table to the other side. Still upright; ten points. Disingenuously pretending he needs a hand is embarrassing, but who knows, in the dark...]