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Cooper’s gaze dazedly glanced straight in front of him as he raised his eyebrows as if it would help him focus. The question this lady asked him didn’t process in his mind, though he did notice a string of hats in front of him. They were all the same color and shape, and - hey, didn’t they look like his hat? He chuckled drunkenly and batted out to the side in an attempt to grab it back. When his hand came back empty, he focused in on his hand and frowned.

Cooper took a few minutes to stare at his palm before suddenly pointing to his head and snorting, “My hat jus’ happ’ns to be on my he’d, now. I’d like d’rections to the saloon ‘nd to ‘yer bed.” His words half-smoothly exited his mouth as his head jerked up so he could see Bonnie’s face. Though he tried to grin his famously sexy grin, he couldn’t seem to figure out how to move his mouth in the way he wanted it to. Confusion immediately crossed over his face for the second time in this conversation.

Suddenly, he heard someone talking about this “Virgil” guy and something that he broke. His…clegg? It took him a long time to process where Kate’s voice was coming from, but once he realized where she was, he wasn’t happy. That name didn’t sit well with him. Virgil was a name of a fellow he met a while back whom was a lying, cheating con; he owed Cooper money that he would never see again in this lifetime. He provided a series of colorful curses as he looked down to the ground blearily. Then again, Virgil broke his clegg – whatever that was. After being done remembering the grudge he held, Cooper laughed at the thought of Virgil in agony and pain.

Unexpectedly, he felt Kate’s arms scooping under his, causing him to flinch immediately. “Touchin’ me in the wro’g place, sweeth’art. ‘Yer hands go down ‘ere.” He pointed down to the ground near his feet, but clearly meant to point to his lower body. Though he was trying to step away from Kate so he could give her a good look, he kept lumbering off to where she was taking him. His legs weren’t working correctly as they kept lurching out in uneven strides. For some reason, he couldn’t find his balance enough to fight back. After a few lopsided steps, he suddenly remembered what it was he was saying before. “Ahh,” he laughed, “th’s the way to ‘yer bed?” His slurs only made sense half of the time, though he thought he was being as suave as ever. He felt proud of himself for happening to pick up yet another gal, though his abductor then threw him on the ground not too long after he said that. His moment of floating about in his pride shattered, then, as he squirmed around in the dirt.

“This ‘ere is one uncomfy bed.” He finally, successfully, rolled over onto his back and laughed yet again as he squinted up to a nearby building.