"Garvi! My friend," Karim practically tosses himself out of the booth to throw an arm around Garvi, spilling most of his whiskey in the process and nearly smacking him in the face with his bottle."I am so glad to see you! It's good to see a familiar face. As for my friends, this is... actually, I've just realized I don't know any of their names..." He pauses puzzled momentarily, studying the small band of people he was recently so friendly with. "...All the more reason to party with them! I was actually just about to get a name out of this character before you came over and said hi," he casually gestures towards the Junker. Karim slips off of Garvi's shoulder and plops back into his seat at the booth. "These three I have absolutely no clue who they are!" His face is almost completely overtaken by a seriously creepy grin, looking very unnatural and at the same time almost too natural. For a moment, it seems like Karim's face twists from his drunken, insane grin into a seriously sober nod, however, it's more likely than not just the light playing on his face. He sloshes some more whiskey from his seemingly endless bottle into his glass and downs the whole thing in one go as he sits back in his seat at the booth, looking content with more whiskey in his gut.