He let his shirt slip to its casual position around his biceps, having drawn it up to his shoulders upon seeing he was being tailed. He pulled out his gourd, teeming with his favorite brew of sake. The alcohol was strong, yet sweet, bringing him to a state of inebriation fast. And he liked it that way. He took a sip and moaned a bit at the taste, the warmth of the liquor flowing down his throat and settling in his belly. He was beginning to heat up already, a soft fuzz settling over his mind like mist over water on a cloudy day. He lounged a bit in his seat, beginning to cheer on those fighting. When he drank, his taste for violence was numbed a bit, but that didn't mean that someone getting the snot kicked out of them lost its humor. He smiled and finally began to enjoy his self-prescribe