[ Clive studies the man's face for a moment. He can't think of a single possibility why he was in such a state, but no way he was going to get anything out of him like this.
He's reaching for the bottle with his free hand and tearing it from Cid's, banging the bottle against the table with a loud slam. ]
I said... that's enough. We need to get you sobered up.
[ The hand on his shoulder slips to the man's side, attempting to pull him up from and off of the bench. No one even seemed remotely interested in what was happening. Just what kind of place did he find himself in?
He would have lots of questions later, but for now... ]
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He's reaching for the bottle with his free hand and tearing it from Cid's, banging the bottle against the table with a loud slam. ]
I said... that's enough. We need to get you sobered up.
[ The hand on his shoulder slips to the man's side, attempting to pull him up from and off of the bench. No one even seemed remotely interested in what was happening. Just what kind of place did he find himself in?
He would have lots of questions later, but for now... ]