Creegan nodded as he picked a shirt off the floor and sniffed it. Hmm, seemed clean enough. Without a second thought he pulled off the t-shift he had been sleeping in and pulled on the shirt from the floor.
"I know of a few. Nothing too fancy but I think they'll suit you. I think the only way to survive this place is to stay in a constant state of drunkennes."
He put on a pair of boots and reached for his battered looking green/brown jacket which was hanging over the back of the chair he had been sitting in. In one quick motion he pulled the jacket on and turned to look at Shawn. "Com'on."