Will took in the air of the jail. Solid stone with a hint of puke and regret, long since cleaned up, but the smell lingered.“Hey buddy, how you doing?” Will asked, squatting down beside the jail cell, inspecting the Climber crawling bonelessly across the stone.“Am fainne.” He groaned, struggling to raise his hand above his head and grab the bench.“So it looks like you partied a little too hard after hitting Advanced last night and went a little nuts.” Will said, offering the man a flask of water. “Some things got busted.”“Hngg.” The Climber, a salt-and-pepper haired Nuker pried one eye open and squinted at Will, accepting the flask and downing some before coughing and flinging it across the jail cell.“dis is water!” He said, accusingly.“Yes, because you have a hangover.”“Hair o’ the dog, not freakin…animal feed.” The Nuker groaned, covering his eyes.There were many ways to get drunk. Despite high-level Climbers having superhuman Resistance, people were resourceful and determined to poison themselves.From wearing cursed items that lowered their alcohol tolerance, to mixing in special blends of magical poisons to bypass Resistance, from the dawn of time until now, people always found a way to get drunk.One had to take care when drinking on the upper Floors. Some booze was literally lethal. This fellow was lucky he wasn’t dead. He’d gotten lucky when his friends had noticed he was drinking the wrong booze and stripped his drinking kit, which restored his resistance and allowed him to just barely survive.Of course, the Nuker had responded to his friends trying to strip him with violence and burned part of the tavern in a naked brawl that caused a substantial amount of property damage.Public indecency wasn’t really a thing in Will’s Stronghold, because everyone here was an adult Climber who could handle themselves, but on the other hand, property damage (...)