“And then — I told that thick as a plank man to get the hell out of my face ‘fore I punch ‘em!” Sean rambled on and on about a random encounter he had with a drunk fellow at the bar.

He had no issue being loud as you both raided the barren homestead for anything worth. In fact, you were doing most of the searching as he leaned against a vacant dresser.

“I bet you don’t have any stories like mine, do ya?” The Irishman challenged, watching as you fished around for items.