(I lol'd)
You'd think that since Zelph loved the drink so much, it would love him right back. But nope. It was a cruel mistress. Or bitch, really. Was alcohol female? Maybe it was a cruel dude. Whatever the case, alcohol and Zelph? They didn't mix so well. And being just as impaired--if not so--as Joker, he had no idea what he was referring to with his "Really?"
"Really what?" He raised his eyebrows in mock question. No really. He had no idea what he was referring to, having already forgotten what he'd been alluding to. It took him a moment to process. Huh. Oh, right. He laughed. "Really." It didn't matter that when he was sober, he'd never hit on a man who had made it a point several times during the night that he was straight as an arrow. Nope. Nothing mattered because once that alcohol hit his system, it did something to him, made him frisky.