The beer slops all over his hand and he peers down in dismay at the wet splotch on his suit trousers. Huh. He's only had a few drinks.

He's fine.

Lolloping past the stage, Ray tips back another gulp, grins at the guy on guitar (who the hell is he?!) and salutes him.

"Caaaaan't heeeaaar youuuuuu!" He whines loudly, wobbling away again, lost amongst the throng of people.