Roderick stumbles into the tent where the others are cooling down after the main event, letting the sideshows take over for a while. he flops onto a small sofa, his silver flask in his hand. he stares at it deeply, thinking... then he's asleep, the drink turning any cohesive thoughts to mush as the darkness overtakes him. he snores loudly, all sprawled out and looking pretty disheveled, but everyone leaves him be.
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