Jack began to approach one of the guards in front of the entrance to the dungeon, coming up with a plan on the spot and going with it. He began to stagger, acting like he was having trouble walking straight and laughing softly to himself. The smell of the alcohol he had drank earlier would help pull this off, although he didn't know if his acting was that good. He went to stumble past the guard before tripping over his own feet and slamming into the guard, hearing the vamp hiss in protest as he made a irked face, rocking back and forth as he clumsily drew his sword out of its sheath.
"W-w-watch where yooou are goin, p-prick!"
