[Predictably enough, there's laughter. He walks back over to his bed, but - he doesn't want to sit down. He feels like he's slept for the past ten days.]
It is, isn't it.
[He picks up his pillow, lets it drop on the other side, then hops on the mattress and scoots back until he's against the wall, legs crossed by the ankles.]
Man, I was drunk. Was I sloppy? Don't tell me. I have a reputation to keep.
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It is, isn't it.
[He picks up his pillow, lets it drop on the other side, then hops on the mattress and scoots back until he's against the wall, legs crossed by the ankles.]
Man, I was drunk. Was I sloppy? Don't tell me. I have a reputation to keep.