[Ishu]

December 12th, Chicago. Sewers near Base. 4AM

Amante had gone out, bought some booze and came back. He must have gotten drunk in one of the tunnels and staggered all the way back here without thinking. Of course, he ended up passing out against one of the buildings. Thankfully, most of everyone was fast asleep so they didn't see him.

His throat gurgled and as he started to slide toward the ground, he jerked up and blinked his eyes open. Mumbling nonsense he looked up at Aiolia and cringed, reaching out and moving her head to cover the light that came down toward his face. "Turn it out... what? What do you want?" Amante coughed into his elbow and sniffed, clearly his throat rather aggressively before taking a hearty swig of a bottle in his hand.

When he saw her hand, he pulled the bottle closer to his chest, "Get y'ur own!" He hiccuped and turned so his side was to the wall and she would have a considerably more difficult time getting the bottle away from him.