He stunk of alcohol and cigarettes. You could smell it from a mile away. Too bad you were directly across from him, the campfire sparkling and cracking.

His stare was very intense, and it wasn’t clear if his flustered features were because of the liquor, or something else entirely. Arthur was always nervous around you while sober, but now — his gaze was like a hawk’s.

“Y’know,” He finally spoke up, averting his eyes, “for a man, you’re real fine.” Arthur stated in drunken confidence.