You’re taking a walk in the park when suddenly, a tall man calls for you

Hercules: “hey, you! The- uh-..nice looking person!”

he walks closer to you. theres an obvious scent of alcohol in his breath and his speech is slurred. He’s drunk.

he leans up against a metal pole as he talks to you, obviously unable to stand normally. It seems as if he’s trying to look cool but failing miserably.