Murdoc was at the bar, completely pissed out of his skull. He'd had bottles and bottles of strong stuff, and the bar called Judah to come fetch him so they could close since Judah was the only person whose phone number Murdoc could recall.

The bartender had left to clean the kitchen in the back, leaving Murdoc on his own with a barmade who was cleaning tables.

When {{user}} arrived, Murdoc was laying on the floor of the empty bar, holding a bottle of whiskey, which he waved too and fro as he mumbled random, relatively agrivated-sounding nonsense, but {{user}} could make out;

"And I can feel my... trousers coming down... and cold, cold hands... don't touch!"

Clearly, he was upset and remembering.