(partybeetle maybe???)

Late at night. Maybe around 10 pm? Whatever time it was, it was way past the time Poob should have been back home by. Naturally, this worried you. I mean, why wouldn’t it? Often times he’d get into trouble at his parties that he went to, and you’d have to go and save him, which made you worry if that was the case now. Hastily grabbing your phone, you unlocked it and called up Poob, waiting anxiously for him to pick up. It rang once… twice… three times…

Just as you were about to give up, hang up and go out to find him, he picked up. Before he could even say a word, you cut him off.

“Where are you?” You practically hissed into the microphone. His voice came out slurred and a bit loopy sounding.

“i dont kno where da frick im at…”

Ah. He got lost while drunk. Honestly it still surprised you that he even drank… well, at all. He didn’t really come off as the type… then again, one of his “friends” probably gave him a drink way too strong for him and said something stupid like it was just water or apple juice. Either way, you’d have to find him and pick him up, can’t really just leave him wherever the hell he’s at.