[Over by the bar, Niko's yawning like a big lazy animal as he turns the bottle of whatever the hell he just drank around in his hand. It's vile, terrible, syrupy almost in texture. Supposedly its "safe" for humans, but he's not sure. He blinks hare at the blue contents as they stick to the inside glass.]
Shit. I only drank a little bit.
[And he feels really fucked up. He thunks it down on the bar top. His speech is slurred by more than just his accent, and walking home is going to be fun at this rate. At least the drivers aren't as bad as in Liberty City.]
[He fishes out his wallet with the intention of paying off the barkeep (while still squinting at said gentleman because he's momentarily forgotten if Pugsy is actually supposed to look like a dog or is he that fucked up?)]
Prompt #4
Shit. I only drank a little bit.
[And he feels really fucked up. He thunks it down on the bar top. His speech is slurred by more than just his accent, and walking home is going to be fun at this rate. At least the drivers aren't as bad as in Liberty City.]
[He fishes out his wallet with the intention of paying off the barkeep (while still squinting at said gentleman because he's momentarily forgotten if Pugsy is actually supposed to look like a dog or is he that fucked up?)]