Samy came staggering in. "Ceux idiots!" He shouted.
"Two bottles of wine. Don't care what kind. I want to get ivr-." He chuckles as he stops talking. "Ivre. I need to get wasted. I hurt my stomach from laughing over those fools in Liberty and Bretonia."
He slumps towards a couch in a corner and falls asleep in a instant. A loud snoring is heard throughout the bar.