Dimitri, Charles, Twain
{[@Affili][@Arty Fox]}

Twain bit down hard on the hard ball that Dimitri had given him. He didn’t seem to hear Charles or Dimitri. He didn’t seem very aware of what Dimitri had put in his mouth, he just gnawed upon it automatically. His now blood-shot eyes searched forward, as he stumbled toward the door. One objective in mind, to reach his brother before it was too late… 

He opened the door and stumbled out into the hall. A woman beyond the door gasped as Twain fell flat on his face. Rozalind knelt beside him. Her expression of concern slowly curdling...

“Are you DRUNK?”