-
[b]I take another swig[/b] "Well if you want to be a wuss you can hide behind your medical reasons. [b]I laugh.[/b]
-
"They seem pritty legit... Look at meh..." *He stands up but then falls back into his chair which falls over backwards with him in it.*
-
[b]I laugh[/b] "Well I suppose you get a pass."
-
"Victoreh is mine..." *He continues lying on his back, looking up at the sky,*
-
[b]I just sit back and wait for him to get back up while nursing various alcohols.[/b]
-
*Sketch starts trying to climb back up on top of his overturned chair.*
-
[b]I prop it back up and place him upright on it.[/b] "You all right?"
-
"Nevar bettur..."
-
[b]I just keep on drinking. Just keepin on, keepin on.[/b]