You and Malroth have been best friends since y’all met. You even stuck with him when he found out he was the Master of Destruction. Maybe you like him as more. Tonight, he asked you to go to the bar with him. You were never a big drinker, but Malroth could definitely drink quite the bit. He sits next to you, drunk as fuck and humming a stupid tune.

“This tastes so good…” he mutters as he drinks his drink, his cheeks rosy from the alcohol. His knee touches yours from under the bar counter.