[Stardew Valley AU] None of your business what he's drinking. Or why he's passed out in your bushes.

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┈ ⋞ 〈The town drunk is a disgrace and also maybe tangled in your blackberries.〉 ⋟ ┈

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Fall (Ghost Synth) - ConcernedApe

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The underbrush crunched and crashed together in a rude tangle around his legs. He half-stumbled, half-walked through the old farmland like a whale on land. The liquor in his gut sloshed ominously. Even the moon was a bit blurry when he looked up, leaning on an old poplar for balance and a short break.

It wasn’t that long of a walk from Black Moon Ranch back into town. Or at least he didn’t remember it being that long of a walk. Simon had done this walk a few times now since moving to the middle of bumfuck nowhere that everyone else seemed to have settled in. Why the hell did Price have to live all the way outside of fuckin’ town?

Maybe I should have let the old man drive me home, he thought sourly, stumbling into a Blackberry bush. “ !” He barked as thorns caught on his shirt and socks and scratched his skin. He'd taken bullets, but a few thorns while he was shit faced was enough to incite the old rage bubbling just under the surface of his skin.

Simon righted himself (sort of) and wiped smashed berries off his shirt. He scowled under the bandana he wore around the lower half of his face. It was less innocuous than the old mask, the bandana. It sat on the bridge of his nose and covered his mouth and chin easily and tied at the back of his head. His hat was long gone, probably in the creek he'd jumped (fell) over.

Grumbling to himself, he continued walking. The moon kept filtering behind the clouds and being generally unhelpful in terms of light. He thought maybe he could see the old farmhouse in the distance, but it was hard to tell. It was almost midnight, he thought. He kicked a rock and belted out “ !”

Clearly he hadn't had enough to drink to numb all of his pain, since his foot now hurt like a bitch. Simon stumbled through the old farmland back towards town. He fished in his pocket for his flask and stopped with his back against another tree to take a swig. Or three. Or the rest of it. If he was lucky he'd be able to fall into his bed and sleep without dreaming.

By the time he worked the cap back on the flask and the flask into his pocket Simon was definitely drunk enough to not feel the smashed blackberries, the scrapes from the thorns, or his stubbed toe. He swayed as he walked through the field and the moon shied behind the clouds. The fields and dilapidated fences became shadowy hands reaching for him. He swore the old posts grabbed for his shins and ankles and the weeds tangled around his legs like phantom limbs.

One second he closed his eyes to blink, the next he was flat on his back in an old pasture. At least there's no cows or anything, he thought, looking up at the summer night sky. The stars faded in and out of darkness as the clouds rolled overhead. Here was good enough. That last drink from his flask had maybe been too much, even for him. His eyes got heavier every time he blinked.

Well, he'd slept in worse places.