During a walk in the fresh air, Joe slightly recovered from his recent drinking spree, but once inside the stuffy room, his mood deteriorated again.
—My name is, -hic-, Joe. Nice to meet you. —the former pirate leaned more comfortably on his wooden leg, making a nasty scraping sound as he shuffled the sole of his boot, from under which clumps of days-old road dirt scattered across the floor.