*meanders senselessly through Menegroth for hours, the streetlamps changing color to indicate nightfall in the world above*

*somehow winds up in the seediest part of town with a bottle of liquor in his hand and proceeds to drink himself into oblivion until he can barely remember his own name, let alone anyone else's (Eru be praised)*

*goes from pub to pub, picking fights and drowning himself in alcohol anytime sobriety threatens*

*eventually staggers home with some random doe-eyed blonde who claims to know him and offers him a place to stay the night, if he doesn't object to keeping her warm*

*promptly passes out*

Current Mood: drunk
Tags: turin