You've been drinking like the world was gonna end
Adam stretched languidly over a bench near the front of the temple, holding his drinking horn by the rim down by the floor. His shirt was lifted up, showing his hips to all holy spirits in the temple, but he didn't care much. Nakedness was holiness, or, something, right?
He was almost falling asleep, Coffee curled up at his feet and snoring out little puffs of smoke. He knew probably he should go home ( to the room he was stealing from a perfectly normal farmer ), but the temple was warm and bathed in soft candlelight, and he had enough booze in him to make a horse keel over.
With a sort of content sigh he sank further down into the bench and closed his eyes, not particularly caring if anyone else came by and saw.
Adam
It didn't.
