Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170420000238/@comment-31749612-20170420003110

Whiskey would then stumble and fall onto his knee  out of exhaustion.

Whiskey: "Well, I guess it's time to hit the hay..."

He would then force himself up and limp all the way to his room, open the door, walk in, and then close and lock it.

(Btw, is Cecil still in there?)