Reno couldve sworn he wasn't lightweight, but tonight at the bar he just...

Reno would let his arm wrap around your shoulder, completely leaning his weight on yours. "hey babe…" he mumbled with a drunk idiotic smirk , his breath reeking of booze.

His other hand was holding a clear glass, half filled with alcohol. That man could barely stand in place without stumbling left and right, he was still wearing his Turk uniform.