*spits out a bit of Gigglewater* I… m-maybe we should get you home, buddy. He-he-he!
“Imfine.”;Percival mumbles. “It’s the truuuuth.”
Carlos just giggled again, deciding to put the drink down
for now to reduce the amount of inappropriate laughing. “Percival, listen to
yourself… you’re using vulgar words.”“I use vulgar words all the time.” Percival slurred. “Especially in my off hours.”
Carlos cleared his throat, to interrupt another giggle, and
sighed. “Well… I still think you’ve had enough. Let’s get you home, Mr Graves.”
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