Snippet #2257151

Lionel swayed slowly on his chair his eyes closing in sequence, apparently they had given up on the idea of closing together, he was facing towards the holographic projection of the Gravball although it was difficult to see whether he was actually looking at or if it had managed to get through to his alcohol smothered brain but he was making grunts at all the right times. Even if it was for both teams.

After some few minutes of continuing his blank expressionless stare he glanced down towards his beer in confusion, trying to fathom how one would go about trying to get it from the glass and into their system. He stared it down daring it to make the first move, eventually however he managed to defeat his liquid adversary and slammed the glass down onto the counter in a sign of drunken victory.

“Fill me up Jo!” He smiled, returning to his swaying again, trying to focus enough so as to see the wall behind the bar and the humanoid shape that he assumed was the bartender.

“I think you’ve had enough now Lye. Otherwise we’re going to have to leave you outside again.” The barkeep smiled jokingly; there was of course no animosity between them, Lionel was one of his best customers after all and if he wanted to get blind drunk every day then that what else could Jo do but oblige him in his hour of need.

“Never!” Lionel shouted quite theatrically jumping to his feet and raising his arm, taking his neighbour’s glass along with it

“Oi! What you think you’re doing!” A dominating large shape boomed down at him. Lionel slowly looked up at this new voice, which was something that didn’t happen often. “I am…” He thought for a moment, he wasn’t entirely sure of the answer and the much larger man in front of him was gradually gaining shape, the situation he was now in groggily forming in his mind. So far Lionel had discovered the man was bald, missing most of his teeth and seemed very short on neck. “What are you doing?!” Lionel eventually growled back, trying to pull himself to his full height. A difficult feat when you’re too drunk to feel your legs.

Under usual situations having been a soldier for most of his life Lionel could take a punch or two and under the heavy influence of alcohol that was only extended and although he couldn’t feel much in his current inebriated state; it was obvious that tomorrow he was going to hurt.

The fight was finished almost as quickly as it started, Lionel had apparently got a lucky punch in and the giant was brought crashing down bringing a table with him before Lionel himself collapsed to the floor, either from the pain from the first punch finally reaching his brain or because the alcohol had got the better of him at last.