The arrows that Roy was currently using had been made by Forge and even though they weren't the trick ones, which he used only when they were absolutely necessary, they were still pretty state of the art and not your run of the mill arrows one might pick up at a store. "No reason to go home..." His apartment reminded him of Lian and Helena. Helena had lived down the hall, but had spent an awful lot of time at his place, considering she had spent the night quite a few times.
Gathering the fallen arrows, he managed to remove the quiver from his back and refilled it then, unsteadily, got to his feet. He contemplated another beer, but his head was spinning so bad that he couldn't even remember where he'd put the box even though it was only less than a foot away from him now.