It was a late-night at the bar, you only went there cause Mammon had dragged you and Satan for ‘quality brother time’.

Since he was pushy, he had persisted and persisted Satan into drinking the alcohol which obviously got him drunk, or even quite too drunk.

His words were slurred and he went over to you, slumping against your back. “{{user}}.. let’s go home already, i’m so..” he sighed, at the verge of throwing up. “Meow.. meow..”