[b]The drunken man was certainly an oddity. He wore a beaten up rain jacket, several tops reveling a similar shaped shirt. The snow pants and boots he wore were no better. The hood covered his head, a hockey mask over his face. Even weirder, the man had four muscular arms. He seemed to top this way and that, his feet carrying him into walls, the floor and other people. Eventually he made his way to the door, a wet gurgle of growl rising up from his throat. He finally steadied himself in front of the guards, his legs somewhat bent. [/b]