Ax wasn't consuming his beverage any faster than most of the other people in the room. But the room was very crowded, and Ax wasn't staying still. But neither was the room at this point, so it was only fair.

He finally does stop moving, if only because he has obtained a second drink and he would be very sad to spill it on himself. He sits down and scoots under the table, so as not to get stepped on by anyone passing by, and proceeds to attempt to catalog the sensations. He's contemplating whether or not his insides have actually become as fuzzy as they feel when he spies a pair of familiar legs. He sticks a foot out to get the attention of the legs' owner and invite him to join him under the table.