Drinkin' yeah. Drinkin's 'bout all he'd ever do. Tried t' kick his ass a couple times fer bein' such a shitface, but he's too damn good fer me. He'd come out a it fer a bit though, an' that's what it was all about anyway, so I guess it's the thought that counted.

[Namur turns sideways and kicks his feet over the side, drapes his arms over the other. The boat is small enough and low enough to the water that he can trail all four limbs in the waves.]

Mostly stayed in, though. 'Specially if there was partyin'. He'd still check out the girls but never tried nothin'. He's doin' more a that here than he ever did there.