Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140827094909/@comment-5543592-20140828232004

Fritjof was slumped over the bar. The female Argonian flicked him in the forehead.

He looked up groggily, "Wah?"

"Get off my bar."

Fritjof slid off the stool and stumbled over to a table. He was very aware of how drunk he was, which put him in a precarious state, as he would be unable to defend himself, which Fritjof usually considered one of his most important assets.