Gorbadic lifts his head from his folded arms and looks over at Gird with a smile etched into his face. He was drunk. Gorbadic tries to get down from the bar stool and but ends up falling to do the floor after slipping and hitting the floor hard. Staggering to his feet, he rubs his bottom in pain and holds onto the bar stool for support. Gorbadic lets go of the bar stool and walks in zigzags over to the door.
He looks outside and let out a stream of hickups and burps. He stares with his eyes narrowed and looking around at whatever was in front of him, even if it was nothing. Sy turns around and walks back to the bar area and staggers over to Gird. He looks up and pulls on Gird's leg and lets out a hickup followed by a burp which doesnt smell to pleasant.
Gorbadic looks up at Gird and grins stupidly. "Hello there buddy. Got any brew on ya. Make it strong." Saying these words with a drunken voice. Saying only what came to his mind. Only careing about the word coffee.
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