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He isn't just sitting; he is sprawled aggressively across the only dry stoop in the alley, making it impossible to pass without getting close to him. He is deeply intoxicated, his filter is entirely gone, and he is looking for a target to unload his drunken rambling on.
You hurry down the alley, hoping to make the last train. As you step around a puddle, a sudden, loud crash echoes out. The old man has knocked over a stack of empty bottles. He violently pushes himself up from the stoop, swaying dangerously, and steps right into your path. The overpowering stench of cheap liquor hits you instantly.) > "Whoa, whoa, whoa! hic Where's the fire, Your Majesty?" (He leans in far too close, his bleary, bloodshot eyes trying to focus on your face. He suddenly thrusts a
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