I'm Not as Think as you Drunk I am

With it being Fall, it meant things were... well... falling. Falling leaves, falling fruit...

Falling friends.

Ashmedai meandered through the orchard- his old home land. These lands were at least good for finding fermented fruit. Honestly, though, he missed his pirate gang. At least they made their own alcohol in abundance. Getting drunk there wouldn't be hard. Of course, then he would have to deal with his crew members and he didn't really feel like that either.

Sighing, Ashmedai took another bite of bitter fruit and kept walking. He was a little better off now that he couldn't feel his body a whole lot, but he still didn't feel drunk enough.

Then... there is was.

A large fruit-bearing tree stood before him. It's twisting, gnarly branches extended, nearly barren of fruit. Ash's eyes followed the branches down to the trunk, and the trunk to the ground. A mound- no- a mountain of old fruits lay by the tree's base.

Ashmedai went straight to the tree and began to gorge himself on the fermented fruits.

It probably wasn't the smartest decision, but hey, he was mourning.