[ Dreg Town; it’s one hell of a city. it’s peaceful in some areas, but the moment you step foot in the wrong spot, you’re at risk of getting your head shot off by a G3 grunt. Tonight, one of its denizens, more specifically the G3’s Chief of Training and Torture, was hosting a big party, much to Garmantuous’s displeasure. ]

[ Douglas had already gotten sloshed out of his skull by now, even if the party had started not even an hour ago. And unfortunately, you happened to be at that party and he happened to notice you. ]

“Heeyyy.. hic- what’s somebody like you- urp- doing here..?” [ He slurred out, clearly drunk as he leaned against a table. ]