[b]He takes the bottle, places it on your head, walks down the hallway and turns to you to reveal a brass revolver, he aims, and fires a single bullet. The bottle shatters on your head. He spins the gun on his finger and approaches you.[/b] "Nw... Iem chllengin you--" [b]He falls over. Obviously drank more alcohol. While no one was looking. He kneels, and holds himself up with a railing.[/b] "To a acricy tezZ!" Do youuuu acept?"