Samuel had dragged himself into the tavern sometime around when Cerise had finished the tables and returned her bucket. Sporting the fashionable look of someone who had just spent the night finding the bottom of as many bottles as he could he staggered over to a table and flopped into the chair with all the grace of a dead fish being thrown on a table. his clothing was disheveled, hat pulled down to further shield his eyes from light. His light brown duster clearly had mud on it in various places. for a long time he didn't even bother looking for a waitress or anything. he sat in his chair, looking at the table as though seeing something completely different, then his head fell forward with a lovely thud. His hat rolled off his head and managed to overturn before falling off the table. clearly the drink had by far and away gotten the better of him, and a low pathetic groan rolled from his throat.