Yeah, he knew that it was a very bad idea, but he was too drunk and too upset to care right, "But I didn't, now did I?" Pulling back on the bow, Roy let the arrow loose and it sailed right between two of the bottles, "...fuck..." Dropping the bow on the ground, which he never would have done had he been sober, Roy stooped to grab yet another bottle and this time he tripped over his own feet and tumbled to the ground, the remaining arrows in the quiver on his back scattered in the grass. "God dammit...." Roy hadn't been this bad since the alternate heroine addict version of him had replaced him sometime ago.