As the guards reached closer to us, I slurred,
"Oy buddy, do ya got some fuckin' coin? Those stupid idiots... they kicked me out of the casino just because I lost some damn money."
I took wobbling steps toward them and leaned myself against the one at the center while placing my hands on the shoulders of the ones at the sides.
"Just give me fifty—no, not fifty, give me ninety silver coins. I have a feelin' I'm gonna hit a jackpot this time."
"Stay back, you drunkard!" the one at the center snapped, trying to push me away. "Why the hell can't I get him off?"
The ones at the sides were struggling with their feeble strength, trying to lift my hands off their arms.
"I can't move his arm at all," said the one on the left.
"How is he so heavy?" the guard on the right muttered.
