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Despite embarrassing himself more than usual that night, he still sat up (almost) straight with the sort of confidence he probably wouldn't be feeling if he were sober.
Old man? Glen mopped himself up with napkins the bartender gave him. It's impossible to look cool with a bunch of toilet paper stuck to your crotch, but he tried anyway. "I mm...meant to do that..." he sloshed right before his blurry eyes flickered to one of the dark corners of the bar.
He quickly turned away, looking like he just seen a ghost...or worse.
"I'm..." he almost lost his balance when he stood up. "I'm go...going outside." Though he didn't exactly say it out loud, it was obvious that he didn't want to go alone.
Old man? Glen mopped himself up with napkins the bartender gave him. It's impossible to look cool with a bunch of toilet paper stuck to your crotch, but he tried anyway. "I mm...meant to do that..." he sloshed right before his blurry eyes flickered to one of the dark corners of the bar.
He quickly turned away, looking like he just seen a ghost...or worse.
"I'm..." he almost lost his balance when he stood up. "I'm go...going outside." Though he didn't exactly say it out loud, it was obvious that he didn't want to go alone.