Some were sad drunks, some were angry drunks — hell, some were even anxious drunks. But Javier was none of the above, no. He was an all out stupid drunk.

The outlaw burst out into a fit of giggles at the table, his half-empty beer bottle hung loosely between his fingers. He hiccuped uncontrollably, a smile plastered upon his drunken features.

Maybe it was time to lay him down for a nap.