This place likes to play with emotions, told you when you first got here. [Speaking in to his bottle now, some sip-] Shit here influences you enough to bring buried shit right back up to the surface, or even fuck with your head.

Get you stuck in old memories of better times, or nightmares.

[That bottle was almost empty, and he was already grabbing a fourth -fifth? didn't matter- to just have well within reach once the one he had was emptied. There were many reasons he didn't sleep, so many- and maybe blacking out from over drinking was the only way he'd get any rest now.

didn't bother trying back home.]

I don't know.