Jeremy's kinda... well... it's hard to explain. so maybe you can ask him about it.

*Peyton is also in the bar*
(How tall is Jeremy?)

(Canonically, 5'4 as decided by both me and Nevada_Man)

Jeremy: I jus- ctna truss anybudy desen daisye.

*it's obvious Jeremy drunk himself into a hole already, it's been five minutes.*

(Oh. Peyton is 6’2)
Peyton: *Looks at the Drunken Jeremy and feels bad* hey, what’s wrong?

Jeyemr: fkciun, cucksitter, tooek ayl mah shite, leift witthoutesayin shart ayel.

Peyton: ah… he’s drunk. I’ll pay for your drinks

Jeyeyemeyeye: Nahauh- i-i0i cna pae fur mah ownew drainsk... ia daon't evan kanow ifff yo'ure goanan nab meh fur aney fookcin resioan beissades juss far sum dum diealaio.

Peyton: I don’t know what you’re saying

Jeuereymyea: seaaw? anit nobaudy knaw a daama thanig abaut haw peaoeple aaare untrussewrthya.

*It's clear he's lost in both his mind, and his drink, and he's never had any alcohol a dany in his life.

(psst)

(I just checked, he's 5'10)

Jaku: yo you good?…

Jeremy: ive've been lyed ta, backstebbed, se nha, nut gud.

*Jeremy is Drunk, no denying that.*

Jaku:….aye….i think it’s time we get ye back home lad….

Jeyejme: Na, ma sarraws bekan far drawnging.

Gurung: *farming crops*
Scarecrow: :)

Jayeamay: mah barain issafine, naught a thang wruugn abaut itat... isstah wurld taht neads fixxin.

Gurung: get out of my farm, clown

*equips his feather swords*

Jajajejreamy: oa, llaok at dis mutherfuker, thretnng meh wtigh a sowerd outata ftherers.

*He's about to execute Jeremy*

Jeremy: I-jsusj. ca't trust Anyvone des daies.

*Jeremy is clearly drunk.*

Gurung: What the- how did you get in my farm?

Jermyye: i-thoghut disiisa baR.. not suum fcukin grzen.

Gurung: wow… your brain and eyes need to be checked on

Jeyeymey: I juss neeed sumbudy tat i cna truss, issall

Gurung: and why would you want to trust me?

Jejejejeueu: iaah neva saiuid... anyting abaut trustign ya, ye fookin, rhrhhr patatoata fermer...

Gurung: I’m not even farming potatoes. If you want to trust people, then be friends with them.

jeyreumy: tahts de thang: aain nobuddy outtathere trsusswurthy. juss snekes anns faxexs.

Gurung: … you actually need to get that brain fixed

Myth: *Practicing violin*

Jeremy: fukcin' plaiyn mah trsuet, liek a fuggin fidele...

*Jeremy is obviously sloshed.*

Myth: "Wha..?"

Jeueeymeay: dey fokin plaid mah trustsa an leff meh tu wonda whare he want.

Both sam (red) and Silly are concerned and worried.

Jeremy: yew tew seme knew heah, whe de fuk are ya'l'la?

*He's drunk.*

+They both looked at each other confused of what he said+

Jejemrmey: serisly, wha de fock ar ye, forry bestereds?

+Sam seems a small bit offended+

*she sat down next to him holding two shot glasses* You good mate? *she handed one to you*

*He eventually does at 9, PM.*

Good evening sleepily head *she had a cup of coffee and water with her*

*Jeremy immediately jolts up.*

Jeremy: Is this a f**king kidnapping?!

*looked at you* Not when you drunk in front of me

Jeremy: So just a casual kidnapping?

I guess? *she handed you the water* For your headache

Jeremy: I've had worse than a headache. far worse.

Don’t we all? Just drink it *she sipped her coffee*

Jeremy: I'm alright, really.

*He tried to leave the car.*

*the door opened* Yiu at least want me to drive you back?

Jeremy: i juss- cant'e tursus anybrue des daies...

*No doubt this guy is hammered.*

*she drank her shot* I understand why you shouldn’t trust anyone these days, Since 2020 the years been hell, but we have to believe it’s gonna get better

Jeyeymerya: fuggin, Japanaeysr micor-dik con-arist. tkign advngateg of meh.

&I understood some of it*

Well we just have to fight back. *she settled her glass down* now come on, your drunk, let’s get out of here

Jayasyysa: Nas, ia doan't nead anybuddy ta halp meh.

*He falls off his stool and is out cold.*

*she shook her head and payed then picked him up and placed him in her car and she drive* I told you so.

(One might call this kidnapping.)

*Jeremy just flopped down as if he was dead, but he still breaths.*

(That’s where your right and wrong)

*she stopped the car and turned it off and she sat in her seat and said* What an hell of an year..

*He was out cold.*

*she sat there till he woke up*

Jeremy: Nah, I'll be alright.

Kay.