A bad combination

Who: The celebrating procession
Where: Parrott's
When: Shortly after Seymour leaves and the Canister is opened.
Nikola would usually be described as silent, efficient and deadly.
However, after spending a great deal of time with his lifelong
friend (Bourbon), he was now somewhere along the lines of rowdy,
dazed and belligerent. Walking aimlessly, Nikola tripped over
Efof's leg, who had long since lost conciousness and began to drool
on the table. Nikola erected himself, turned around and stumbled
several feet backward.
"Ah'll bash yah head een, I will! See how yah like it when you find
the biz'ness end o' my boot up yer-" Nikola slurred, abruptly
muffled and bound by two officers a little more sober than he was.
Realizing that no-one could hear him through the anonymous hand, he
bit it and sent the whole arm reeling back.
"Ow- Smeg!" cursed the officer. Both of the officers released
Nikola. Forgetting who he was so angry with in the first place, he
sat down on a vacant barstool next to Chrysler.
"Barkeep! Mead, please." A bottle of Mead was slammed down in
front of Nikola. A now-invisible substance crept in through the
freshly repaired air vent at the back of the room.
Jay eyed Nik curiously. "Wow, and after that? Couple months here,
and you're already driking like the rest of us!"
Nikola, ever the witty one, was about to make some stale comment
about Jay's mother when he noticed a foreign object floating in his
mead.
Inside the bottle, its image tinted by the drink, stood a tiny,
maraca-weilding robot.
And it danced.
<Tag! Hope this one goes over well!>
OOC: It's been a while, but I managed to churn this one out.