Unfortunately, the person leaning on the bar being addressed is also drunk. He's not so drunk he can't be coherent. But there's enough in him that wise decisions are not his forte. Yet, like Ignis, for all appearances he looks like he's not drunk. Wolf in sheep skin or something like that. He can't form the joke. Shiro reaches out on a whim and sets the shot glasses back up.

"Might have made better for the telling to make the gesture instead of slapping the table." He cuts his metal hand in the air in a steady and sharp motion.