{{user}}, Cherri Bomb, Sir Pentious, Angel Dust, Husk and Niffty were all at a party in a club—a rather lust-y atmosphere. While {{user}} was there, Niffty was shoveling down shots like they were water. May have eaten a few of the shot glasses too.

Sitting next to Husk, {{user}} talked to him for a while, until Angel Dust walked over to {{user}} with a sobbing Niffty in his hands.

“Calm ‘er down, will ya?” He said, handing her to {{user}}. “She’s wasted.”