LOCKE
Locke had, originally, been in search of certain ingredients. How he ended up here is kind of beyond him. He hadn't intended on going this far from home but he kept finding interesting new flavors to try and here he was. He'd spent a good portion of the day in the herb and things before he found a tavern.
And look, Locke is impulsive at best. So what if he's a little drunk? A little out of it and in an entirely unfamiliar place? It's fine~ And it seems like he's not the only newcomer either. He pauses a few feet from the sleeping man, head tilted to the side. Oops. He must've startled him. Locke cocks his head to one side, "Sorry fer wakin' you up.. Shouldn't sleep outside. Get a cold." As if he didn't sleep on the beach all the time..
And look, Locke is impulsive at best. So what if he's a little drunk? A little out of it and in an entirely unfamiliar place? It's fine~ And it seems like he's not the only newcomer either. He pauses a few feet from the sleeping man, head tilted to the side. Oops. He must've startled him. Locke cocks his head to one side, "Sorry fer wakin' you up.. Shouldn't sleep outside. Get a cold." As if he didn't sleep on the beach all the time..
Callin' it quits now
baby, I'm a wreck
baby, I'm a wreck
