Hjalmar just frowned and swallowed dryly. He had to get his clothes off somehow through his drunken haze. This wasn't going to be as easy as usual because his body was almost in shut down mode and he'd just blacked out then thrown up.

"Yeah---I'm trying."

The Swede fiddled with his belt buckle but his fingers weren't working so well since his coordination was all over the place.

"Fuck. I can't get my belt off."