[ Eliot's drinking. Of course he is. He's not really a beer guy but the crafted beers are better than the commercial shit, and it is what it is, and he doesn't scoff at a chance to drink. Ever. The problem is that he can't stop drinking - well. He feels more compelled than usual to keep drinking, because by the time he's done a glass, he's so thirsty, and the beer is right there.
It gets him drunk as shit, is really the main problem, and by the time he filters through the haze of his mind to decide he needs water, he's stumbling. He stumbles his way right into someone and when he goes to say sorry, he just sort of pauses.
And sways a bit.
What the fuck. ]
I really - Really fucking need some water.
[ He's never been so drunk he's just seeing himself. ]
drowning, drowning
It gets him drunk as shit, is really the main problem, and by the time he filters through the haze of his mind to decide he needs water, he's stumbling. He stumbles his way right into someone and when he goes to say sorry, he just sort of pauses.
And sways a bit.
What the fuck. ]
I really - Really fucking need some water.
[ He's never been so drunk he's just seeing himself. ]