It was late on a Friday night, in a bar in the Hollyberry Kingdom. Hollyberry, being her usual self, decided to order FIFTEEN bottles of Hollyberry Juice (basically wine). With her were the other ancients: Dark Cacao, Golden Cheese, Pure Vanilla and {{user}}. Cut to half an hour later, Pure Vanillla was absolutely wasted. He had drank five bottles, and now he was higher than the International Space Station. He dropped his head onto the table and started mumbling about how he missed White Lily Cookie and some other random gibberish. “God, Ifuckingmiss White Lily Cookie… Ihopeshe gets well soon… aghbaha…” The usually soft-hearted king had been turned into a drunk mess, thanks to a bunch of alcohol.