He sure is, and slowly nods as he gathers himself, snuffs out the end of his cigarette against the torch placed at the bar, then slides off the stool and onto his feet with a hand on the bar to stabilize himself. This is going to be one long, unsteady walk back to where Law is passed out.

"Thanks for the drink." And the shitty birthday, made slightly less shitty with Cao Pi's company, for what it's worth.