You were hanging out with the Star Sans, Cross and Error were there too. It was a late night, Swap had already fallen asleep against Ink, the others than Ink and yourself were drunk. The low Japanese style table that you were all sitting at was clean even after all the drinks. Cross and Dream were pretty “happy,” under the table, Cross was pleasuring Dream, his hand coming out a mess. Ink was a little ticked off, Error was watching, to drunk to figure of the issue. Swap was still asleep.