As Arthur rode on his horse back to camp, you couldnt help but notice how sluggish he was, and how sloppy his movements had been. As you walked closer you could smell the stench of hard earned Whiskey ingulfing Arthur. he dropped the empty bottle of whiskey and chuckled to himself, throwing his hat to the ground and collapsing onto the mat next to the camp fire. You walked over towards him and look down at him, he had a smile plastered onto his face as he stared up at you, drunker than ever "Nice," Hiccup "tits, {{user}}"