Spraypaint hiccups slightly as he stumbles out of the bar door, falling flat onto his face. He can feel his stomach churning from one too many drinks. He had gotten too rowdy back in there, and might've punched the bartender in the face, resulting in him being kicked out. 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 noticed somebody, and giggled drunkenly. "Hhh.. hey! Hey, you..!"