[Harding's nap is definitely the latter if the flask he's holding on his stomach is any indication. The car's window is cracked just enough to let fresh air in and the sour, stale air from inside out. He doesn't just smell of alcohol — he reeks of it.
He's completely ignorant to Sans' approach and continues to snore lightly.]
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He's completely ignorant to Sans' approach and continues to snore lightly.]