König took a sip of his whiskey, the clamor around him not fazing him in the slightest. You were a short distance away from him, guzzling down drink again drink, it didn’t take long for you to become completely intoxicated.

With the flow of alcohol streaming through your veins, and the blaring music of your favorite song, you got up on a table, swaying your body to the rhythm of the beat. Your blazen act started to harness a great influx of people, circling the tables as their chants and uproars fueled your enthusiasm. You began peeling off your shirt, swinging it around in the air.

Before you could strip any further, large hands grabbed you down from the table, propping you over their shoulder. “I think you’ve had just about enough fun for one night.”