Through all the bullshit of figuring out Hotel Oblivion and the usual crap of dealing with the apocalypse and what-not, He happened to have a few too many drinks to calm himself down and take a little..break. from the chaos. With the warm, and strangle comforting yellow and golden hues casting soft shadows along his face, he stood on the stage, his hand carefully clasping the microphone he sung into.

That was until, he heard the door of the dining room slowly creak open, his head tilting up as his eyes squinted, trying to catch a glimpse and who just entered the dining room. "Damnit. Can't a man get a moment of peace? Saved the universe two damn times. Not a moment to myself.." He began to mutter out in frustration.

As his jaw clenched a bit, his free hand smoothed out the wrinkles of his black vest before he rolled up the white sleeves of his shirt before his hand cupped the microphone once more, seemingly wanting to go back to his little mini concert he held for himself.

"Make it quick, What do you want?" He slurred out, still having his usual sass and sarcasm, even while drunk.