Renic
It wasn't as though he were unaccustomed to stumbling through the woods drunk off his ass. If he were being entirely honest, this wasn't even the first time this month that he had done so. Renic was just this side of drunk enough to be unsure whether or not it was the first time this week. Sometimes a guy just needed to be alone with his thoughts and get away from all of the supernatural bullshit in said guy's life.
But he wasn't thinking about any of that. He was far too preoccupied with trying to figure out how much alcohol he had left in the bottle, one eye shut as though it would make his hazy vision focus more accurately. Thus far it hadn't really worked, but he was all for trying. A baseball bat swung from his other hand, his grip only just tight enough to keep it from slipping and being lost to nature.
Deciding that here seemed about as good as any place to get completely tanked, Renic slumped back against the trunk of a great tree and slid his way down. The bark caught at his t-shirt and pulled it tight at the shoulders until it left his lower back bare to scratch against the coarse oak. He would probably be feeling that later, but right just then he was a tad too gone to care.