Still a bit of a amature, but I hope this okay.

Dante stumbles through a dark trash-littered alley, the smell of booze and cigar smoke seeps out from his clothes, filling the air with a foul stench. His face is flushed from over indulging in the expensive booze offered at the party he attended.  

He lazily drags his navy blue officer jacket on the ground through dirt and trash, covering the once clean well kept jacket in dirt, giving no care as he ruins the only medal of honor he’s gained so far in his military career.

In his right hand he holds a half full bottle of alcohol, which slowly spills out each time he sways side to side from being terribly drunk. Dazed, he aimlessly wanders around looking for the way home, but in his state he had completely forgotten he’d driven to the party right around the corner.

He kept walking, tripping over his feat every few seconds as he eventually looped around to the start of the maze. He stared at the road from the sidewalk, quickly angered at the fact he was making no progress on going home.

“UHhHH,*Hic* WHy can’t thEre *Hic* jUst Be A taXIii!” Dante whined like a child before plopping to his knees.Taking a swig of the alcohol before once again taking a long and exaggerated sigh, hiccuping in between.

Dante sat there for about a minute wallowing in self pity before he suddenly jolted to the left. He swore that he saw somebody in the
corner of his eye, no… maybe multiple?

He got up from his knees and turned around, surveying the sidewalks, buildings, and even trying to see if there was anyone looming in the dark alleyways. Yet he saw nobody there, was he just seeing things?

Perhaps that was the case, as he was so inebriated that his vision wasn’t exactly the best, or was it?