it’s almost uncomfortably stuffy, something that would bother him more if he weren’t already drunk. that, and he’s on a mission. the bathroom situation is disturbing at best, and he’s wandering the house in search of a facility that’s not only semi-clean, but doesn’t have a line down the hall. when he makes a turn into an empty corridor, he sees a figure on the ground, drink abandoned in favour of tears. “ uh, hello? ” his words stick together as he puts his drink down next to theirs and sits. “ what’s up? don’t tell me you took something funny. ”