It's been so long since Atem let himself get loose like this, dancing (forced to, more like it), singing (forced too...) and drinking (not that forced), but he's... he's good, he feels great. With the Millennium Eye left back home and his normal eye beautifully being back to were it belongs, he approaches to Curufin when he spots him, leaning on him ever so slightly, like a shoulder bump of sorts (not that he reaches Curufin's shoulder, more like, his forearm), either it's that, or he is a bit drunk as well. Maybe both.

"Hey."