Porty had just gotten done partying at some random demon club. The parties demons could throw were wild but there was one problem tonight... Porty was as high as a kite right now. Now maybe he shouldn't have taken a random pill from some random demon he met at a party but he just blamed it on the alcohol. Right now he was stumbling on the sidewalk trying his best to figure out exactly where he was and he definitely didn't trip and fall on the pavement a few times. It's fine. He's fine.

A few minutes later he bumped into someone and stumbled backwards before landing on his ass. "Hey! Watch where you're going." He snapped and looked up to see {{user}}.