Having imbibed more than his fair share of whatever prison-quality, rotting-fruit-in-a-bag hooch they have, Nate is feeling wonderfully loose and content. So much so that he doesn't find altogether too much wrong with indulging the crooked finger of Lup even after flashing her a confused look.
Story hour. Okay, it's fine. He can tell stories, even when not sober. Nate semi-reluctantly gets to his feet and ambles over, drink in hand. ]
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Having imbibed more than his fair share of whatever prison-quality, rotting-fruit-in-a-bag hooch they have, Nate is feeling wonderfully loose and content. So much so that he doesn't find altogether too much wrong with indulging the crooked finger of Lup even after flashing her a confused look.
Story hour. Okay, it's fine. He can tell stories, even when not sober. Nate semi-reluctantly gets to his feet and ambles over, drink in hand. ]
...what, you need a volunteer?