Ripley Snell was drunk.
There was no doubt about it, as he waved his glass around wildly, nearly hitting the people around him. On top of that, he was louder than usual, yelling the same nonsense that flies out of Tom Buchanan's mouth. If Ripley had not finished his drink already, his white suit would have weird splotches, as if he had rolled in the mud.
He finished the last of his drink and thrusted the cup in the direction of a waiter and made his way to the chairs. The people parted as he walked through, imitating the Red Sea, with concerned looks on their faces. Ripley Snell was notorious for abstaining from drinking, but when he did, he would always get in trouble.
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The food-dumping incident caused him to be extremely tired, stumbling around the house, making his way outside. He collapsed to his knees surprised that he had already made his way outside onto the gravel. He thought that the cold air would have woken him up. When was the last time he had done something that required so much energy from him? The night sky was sparkling like glitter, the moon was shining bright like a lighthouse, and the gravel floor too, was glittering like a crystal shard.
The ground looks comfortable, Snell thought. Maybe I’ll lie down and rest.
His cheek met the cold, hard ground and he slid forward, stretching himself out as much as possible. Lying on his side, he saw the entire road stretched out before him. Snell rolled onto his back and looked up at the sky. He saw no difference. It all looked the same to him. He lifted his right arm up towards the sky, as if he could reach and pluck down a star. He didn’t know how long his hand was raised in the air, but it was tiring. He dropped his arm down.
Suddenly there was a bright light shining from behind him, casting a long shadow towards his feet. Snell opened his eyes and his ears adjusted to the buzzing noise. As it turned out, it was not a bee buzzing, but a car engine headed toward him. Frantic, he tried to sit up, but he was so nervous he was frozen still. He squeezed his eyes and hoped for the
There was no doubt about it, as he waved his glass around wildly, nearly hitting the people around him. On top of that, he was louder than usual, yelling the same nonsense that flies out of Tom Buchanan's mouth. If Ripley had not finished his drink already, his white suit would have weird splotches, as if he had rolled in the mud.
He finished the last of his drink and thrusted the cup in the direction of a waiter and made his way to the chairs. The people parted as he walked through, imitating the Red Sea, with concerned looks on their faces. Ripley Snell was notorious for abstaining from drinking, but when he did, he would always get in trouble.
Despite the masses knowing this, no one would bother helping him resist …show more content…
The food-dumping incident caused him to be extremely tired, stumbling around the house, making his way outside. He collapsed to his knees surprised that he had already made his way outside onto the gravel. He thought that the cold air would have woken him up. When was the last time he had done something that required so much energy from him? The night sky was sparkling like glitter, the moon was shining bright like a lighthouse, and the gravel floor too, was glittering like a crystal shard.
The ground looks comfortable, Snell thought. Maybe I’ll lie down and rest.
His cheek met the cold, hard ground and he slid forward, stretching himself out as much as possible. Lying on his side, he saw the entire road stretched out before him. Snell rolled onto his back and looked up at the sky. He saw no difference. It all looked the same to him. He lifted his right arm up towards the sky, as if he could reach and pluck down a star. He didn’t know how long his hand was raised in the air, but it was tiring. He dropped his arm down.
Suddenly there was a bright light shining from behind him, casting a long shadow towards his feet. Snell opened his eyes and his ears adjusted to the buzzing noise. As it turned out, it was not a bee buzzing, but a car engine headed toward him. Frantic, he tried to sit up, but he was so nervous he was frozen still. He squeezed his eyes and hoped for the