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DRUNK
Jarvis, again, was thrown out of Carl's pub, Giske angrily shouting at him and shaking his fist in the air. The Hecton Squad sergeant was red in the face and drunk. He coughed and spluttered.
"Enough drinks for you, Jarvis! You look like a tomato!" Giske shouted, abruptly closing the wooden door of the pub.
Jarvis shouted back with less effort. "I'll steal your *hic* drinks *hic* Giske! One *hic* day!"
Daniel had passed by, and saw his squad sergeant sprawled on the ground, smelling like beer and traces of the liquid dripping down his face. Immediately, he heaved him and supported the drunk man.
"Daniel, you shrimp. You *hic* good for nothing *hic* warrior!" he insulted, but Daniel kept going, dragging him back to Theater Vancoor's building.
He didn't react and didn't fight against his sergeant's insults. Daniel was much too loyal.