Obviously, if I drank enough to lose control of basic motor skills, I'd be useless in a fight.
But likewise, being as sober as a judge wasn't going to help either, as I needed the flexibility, the relaxation, and to be frank, the anaesthetic qualities of the alcohol flowing through my veins.
There was some wiggle room, a half bottle of brandy either side where I could fight and be of some limited use, but the sweet spot was one I had to keep a very close eye on.
Attacking mid-hangover is still a massive cheap shot though, you bastard.
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