A rugged-looking, slightly out-of-shape man trundles into the area. He appears to be tip-toeing the razor edge between sobriety and inebriation; his steps are a mashup between assertive, aggressive strides and gentle movements mismade in a drunken stupor. A bottle of bourbon appears almost affixed to his hand, he now prowls further, partly by determination and partly by chance.

His clothing is made up of common, ragged brands you would find at most stores. A possibly once white undershirt now covers his torso, sweat and other unidentified greasy blotches threaten to ruin it forever. Several dark curls of chest and armpit hair are sticking out of it where appropriate. His trousers appear slightly baggy and are worn as if they haven't been treated in any way in the past week, or more.

He looks like the kind of person who handles his wife, and that being in the worst possible sense.

Lights:

Green- Aggression, TV-dinners.

Yellow- AA meetings, chats at the local precinct.

Red- The color of bruises you would have after RPing with this guy.