Someone's gotta keep me up, no? - Joining

[SirDio]

I think I'll burn myself to the ground,
Pile up the ashes and walk the whole world 'round.

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Before he could even speak, several tanglers crawled out of the woodwork. The husky, still on a more sober look, staggered back. "Woah- hey, didn't expect a welcoming committee." He chuckled bitterly, noting the distaste a few of the greeters had. Not something he wasn't used to, at least. Taking a gaze to Atbash, he moved his cloak to reveal a sword and whip. Then he threw the cloak to one side of his body, keeping the weapons in sight for everyone. "I would like some water, yea. I might lay off the whiskey for a bit, that was my third bottle." He shrugged.

"I would, in fact, like to be guided into the town. I can't stay this sober for long and eventually I'll sway and stagger and fall on my ass. North Star doesn't do well with gators." He felt his legs sway a bit and he sat down, the cloak falling back into place. He would definitely try to sober up with the alcohol for a bit, at least until he was settled. Trevor wasn't sure if he was completely trusted, especially after Atbash's tone. How would he prove himself to be, at the very least, capable of standing on his own feet?

— Reggan