Morgan's laughter died down at the unexpected voice. It did sound familiar from somewhere but she had difficulty placing it.
So the drunken brunette blinked, turned, and leaned into the table, jamming her stomach into it, to look at Star. She scrutinized him very seriously (for a drunk) before gasping out in realization and a lack of air. Leaning back and rubbing her sore stomach she pointed at him, "Ooooh yeah. One of dah traceur-trainees, heh-heh. Waz you dah one dat that went into the branch instead of over it? Oh, no-no-no, that dood was blonde." She held one finger up and nodded her head at the recollection. "Oh, wait, yozz dah one that never finished the course, right? Did yoz get lost? Can't remembers yer name either, heh."
Drunk logic plus the poor memory of a Beast will result in strange conclusions.