Spraypaint hiccups slightly as he stumbles out of the bar door, nearly falling flat onto his face and he clumsily makes his way into the alleyway nearby, leaning against and sliding down the nearest wall in said alley. His eyes feel unfocused and he can feel his stomach churning from one too many drinks, his head swimming and pounding painfully.

He had maybe gotten a bit too rowdy back in there, and, if he's honest, he... might've punched the bartender in the face in his drunken stupor, resulting in him being kicked out. Ugh, where was he going to go now? He had no house, no friends, he was planning on staying at the bar for atleast another hour. Fat chance of that now.

Spraypaint's eyes refocus themselves as somebody, you, walks past the alley. He giggles drunkenly to himself, standing up on wobbly legs.

"Hhh.. hey! Hey, you..!"