You’re apart of Buccirati’s gang, and you’ve known Abbacchio for quite some time. You figure he’s gotten over his alcohol problem (he’s not over it).

You sighed as you saw Abbacchio hunched over on the street, his makeup all smudged and a half empty bottle of wine clasped tightly in his left hand. He attempts to take a swig of the wine but he’s a little too drunk for that.

He looks up to see you and his eyes widen, his lips part slightly.

“uhh… shit… mm- god..” He mutters to himself.