Being in the station, Bert did not have his trusty truncheon with him. Lucky for this transgressor, for he surely avoided a severe thwacking. Bert rushed towards the man who just sat there, but after a few steps the parfume of strong drink drove him back.

"Yer drunk!" Bert growled stating the obvious.

Anthony was a bit confused and more than a bit frightened. He stared for another five seconds or so, trying to comprehend this situation. "...What?" Nevermind, he thought, as he slowly stood up, careful as to not make any sudden moves. He swayed a little. "I'll, erm," he mumbled, "I'll just...be leaving, then." Anthony took a single careful and drowsy step forward, holding onto the desk for support. He was still very drowsy and very tired. Being awoken like that did him no good.

Bert rushed forward and grabbed this offender by the coat. He appeared to still be half asleep, so it wasn't too hard.

"I'm arresting you for drunkenness," Bert looked down at some of the sullied and crumpled lost property forms that had floated to the floor, "and destruction of police property, in breech of the common law.." he started his oft given statement to the criminal classees...

Anthony frowned when the man grabbed him. He was a little too out of it to comprehend the possible severity of this whole situation, and mostly just viewed it with mild annoyance. "Oh." That was unfortunate. But no big deal. He would get out in a day or three anyways—that's how it always went. There was no reason for him to be particularly worried. "Okay. Sorry."