@ExpolarNOLAN"What is wrong with some people?" Nolan muttered as he sat down back on the bench. Ever since he had participated in the games he had been getting much more female attention than before, much more unwanted attention. He had noticed their gazes hanging onto him as he walked by, with some even trying to approach him as he tried to walk with a much more brisk pace. It was almost like a cruel pratical joke and he was the punchline. He groaned with visible distress at how pathetic he was; they were just people! There shouldn't be any reason why he should react so volantile in their presence. What happened in the past should stay there. He needed to get past this.
Apparently he wasn't just garnering the attention of those of the female persuasion. An offensive oder wafted over and clung to his nose, nostrilled flared and burned at the scent of an over abdundance of alcohol. His eyes teared up from the pungent smell and he turned his head around to find a middle aged man that looked as much of a bum as he smelled was approaching Nolan. The smell grew stronger as he got closer and at this point Nolan was physically repulsed by the smell. The man spoke to him and his breath was purely rancid from all the drinks this man had.
You're asking the wrong question here, old man. The right question would be is why do you smell like you fell into a distillery. Nolan was almost gagging at this man's odor.
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