Micah
	He laughed softly at how slurred her speech was, the poor lass was drunk if anything, and was definitely going to need some denny's come morning, which he would happily provide, as he always did. He didn't question her habits because well, they were better than his. In a shoebox under his bed was the accumulation of several years drug addiction, a quarter oz. of pot, about five packs of ciggarettes, and more pills of varying types than you could count. Pushing the thought from his mind, he took another drink before asking.
"So how full was that bottle before you got ahold of it?"