Tim continued his babbling, though almost ineligible a this point, words flowing out of his mouth like vomit, what he was about to eject from himself not long from now. Stepping on the thick roughly carved tables now, his sence of vision, smell and well... every other sences including the sence of balance where slowly fading away. This is the best feeling according to him, that feeling of numbness in your body as well as in your soul, laying it to rest and forgetting worries. That was the reason for men and especially him to drink tonight, although he was not sure what he was supposed to forget. This may also very be because he is very young, already feeling droozy after two mere little pints of beer. At this age one doesn't really drink for the taste of it, but for the feals of it, and quickly becomes incapable by doing so.<br/><br/>And what he fealt was wonderful, even when falling face down on the hard wooden-paved floor in a big and comicly well-timed thud, making the local furniture around him move just so very slightly under the sheer wheight of his jawbreaking drop. A tiny fraction of the poeple present were worried for him, in the end he was still a boy... but quicly turned back to their squabbles in an eye-rolling motion as they hear the laugh of an happy drunkard.<br/>But his euphoric glee was cut short by an upcoming and disastrous event in his suffering stomach. He rapidly stands up, stiff as a plank, and runs up in a tumbling manner to the nearest exit where he swiflty throws up (no two ways about it). Luckily in his random aiming he managed to not drop any of the regurgitaded beer and other undentifiable filth on the tavern's floor, that would have been the end of him for sure.<br/><br/>In the end  all he was was a disturbance, a rather common designation for many people out in an unbelievebly cruel world. And who can blame him for being just that, a nuisance, for at least he is happy, and isn't that what life's quest is all abo~aaand that black-caped little lucky devil is back again at the front door.<br/><br/>Believing himself completely rejunivated he dares to annouce :<br/>"Anyone up for a card-game ? Bets included of course !"<br/>His face is now more clearly visible under his black cap, apart from his livid tone that betrays his still-drunkeness, his toothy grin reveals a golden tooth amidst the others, miraculously intact given the previous fall.