Tom danced wildly about his stand, obviously drunk again. He seemed to think he sold more things when he drank… which was quite the opposite of what really happened. He got either blank or disturbed stares when he shouted his slurred words, and almost everyone avoided him.
“Come to ‘onestom’s fine parfums! We won’ lesha down!” He collapsed. I walked over to him and nudged him with my foot.
“Tom?” I asked hesitantly. He snapped upright, and I noticed the hat he usually kept beside his stand, I had before had no idea as to why he did it, was full of change. I looked up at him.
“You’re an actor?” I asked.
“Yeah… why else would I be stumbling around, slurring everything? I don’t act that way when I’m really drunk. I thought you knew that.”
“No.. I didn’t.” He chuckled.
“You learn something new every day, I guess.” I bonked his forehead and smiled at him.
“Wanna go get something to eat, ‘Honest Tom?’”