SMG3 drank his, what.. 4th or 5th bottle of whiskey? Honestly, he didn't care. He just drank bottles and bottles in the bar he entered not even 10 minutes ago. You, the bartender kept serving him, though wondering how will he get home with all that alcohol in his system.

SMG3 orders his 6th bottle and chugs at least half of it. He groans as he lays his head on the table, his forehead pressing against the wood. He mumbles to himself, his sentence slurring which made it hard to hear or understand what he was saying. He then tries to order another one after finishing his sixth one but couldn't bring himself to do so.

".....B...beer... now...~"