"You did. Ordinarily I'd be smarter, but, well." Clearly he hadn't been. Bruce was generally a contrite and apologetic person. He was the type of person who someone could intentionally knock over, and he'd apologize to them for being in the way. It was a trait he never outgrew, he just got better at dodging them. "I'm sorry about that. I'd never actually been drunk, or drank ... anywhere near that before." He was an older man, but in some areas he was inexperienced. Drinking and drugs were top of the list, and he had no intention of suddenly changing that. Outside of extenuating circumstances. "I passed out, got sick, and passed out. In that order I think."

He didn't mind admitting to it, because if there was an embarrassment or shame spiral going on with him, it was on a much higher level than getting drunk. Bruce drank a lot of water and got his head on straight. He also learned a lot about the situation they were in, and took as many notes as he could while still saving space. They had some plans. And more research to do. This place was far from boring, and honestly, he kind of liked it. He felt badly about it every time he admitted that to himself, but he did. Luckily no one else had to know.

"As bad as I'll be right back and passing out is, it probably would have been worse to be hi nice to meet you, I'm going to vomit on your shoes." Not that he had anything in him to vomit up, but that was unnecessary details. "No moer liquor for me for awhile, I think."