Not long after, heavy footsteps echoed from outside, accompanied by intermittent mumbling.
John struggled to support a swaying figure as they walked in. The figure was none of the other than the drunken lawyer, dressed in a faded shirt with a few missing collar buttons and frayed cuffs.
Unshaven stubble grew in a messy tangle, giving him a weathered look. His eyes were half-closed, his steps unsteady, and he radiated a strong smell of alcohol.
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