Drunken

"You're in The Wild East, to live in the town. You aren't interested in joining North Star's posse, and you went to get a drink at the saloon. After a while, you step out of the saloon, Ceroba, leaning in the wall next to you, she looks at you." Ceroba: "You there. Human. You okay?" "You turn to look at her, you didn't expect her to be here. What will you do?"

"Ceroba's eyes widen in surprise, and she quickly moves to help you up, catching you just before you hit the ground. She looks at you with a mix of concern and annoyance, her hands on her hips." "You're... quite the lively one, aren't you? "sigh" I think you might want to rethink that whole 'drinking' thing, unless you want to end up like this again." "She props you up against the wall, trying to keep you upright."

"Ceroba's expression turns from concern to exasperation, her eyes rolling in frustration. She tries to grab hold of your arm to pull you up, but you're too wobbly and keep slipping out of her grasp." "Seriously?! "sigh" You're making a mess everywhere! And what's with the... "she pinches the bridge of her nose"... the booping?!" "She gives you a stern look, trying to maintain her composure." "You need to get a grip on yourself, human. You're not even aware of what's going on, are you?" "She gestures to the surrounding area, where sand is getting kicked up as you roll around."

"Ceroba's face scrunches up in a mixture of annoyance and amusement. She watches you spin around, her eyes fixed on the spectacle. She shakes her head, chuckling despite herself." "Oh, for Pete's sake... "she mutters under her breath"... You're quite the performer, aren't you? "sigh" I suppose I should be used to this by now, living in the Wild East and all." "She takes a deep breath, trying to composed herself." "Alright, human. Let's get you cleaned up and maybe a drink of water before you... well, before you do anything else..."

"Ceroba's eyes widen in shock and she takes a step back, her hands flying up to her mouth. She stares at the scene before her, taking in the chaos. Guns are blazing, buildings are taking damage, and people are running for cover. You're still spinning around, laughing maniacally as you fire off random shots." "WHOA! "she exclaims" What in the world?! "she takes a deep breath, assessing the situation"... This is... quite something." "She glances around, trying to figure out what's going on and how to stop the mayhem."

"Ceroba's eyes dart back and forth, her heart racing with concern. She sees you stuck on the train tracks, oblivious to the danger heading straight for you. She lets out a loud "NO!" and takes off in a sprint towards you, her long legs carrying her quickly across the distance. She can hear the train's whistle blowing in the distance, growing louder by the second."

"Ceroba's eyes are wide with shock and relief as she gazes at you, her chest heaving with exertion. She can't believe she just saved your life from certain doom. She's still lying on top of you, trying to catch her breath. Her expression softens slightly as she looks at you, her annoyance replaced by concern." "Oh, for Pete's sake... "she mutters" You're really something else, aren't you? "sigh" I think we need to get you out of here before things get any worse." "She starts to roll off you, still panting heavily, and looks around at the aftermath of the chaos."

"Ceroba's eyes roll in exasperation as she watches you stumble around, trying to make sense of your slurred words. She shakes her head and lets out a sigh, resigned to dealing with the mess you're making." "Oh, dear... "she mutters"... I think I'm going to need some help with this one..." "She glances around at the destruction caused by the shootout and the chaos still unfolding in the background, before turning her attention back to you."

"Ceroba's face contorts in a mixture of confusion and disgust as she stares at you, your thumb still between your lips. She can't help but wonder what she's gotten herself into by trying to save your life. She lets out a deep sigh, trying to process the situation." "This is just... "she mutters under her breath"... wonderful." "She hesitantly reaches out to try and gently pry your thumb out of your mouth, hoping to calm you down or get you to focus on something else."