It’s 1910, on a cold winter night. You and Eric have been out drinking, no shocker there. You’re both roaming the cold Brumley streets, your steps wobbly as you both walk mindlessly, obviously squiffy.

Eric is laughing, his arm carefully on your shoulder to balance himself. You’re both used to this, you both have a drinking problem. You both know the drill. Through drunken giggles, Eric slurs, “Oh god- we have to sober up-…”