“Bwa ha ha! So your the spouse I was arranged with?! Deidoro hiccuped before continuing. So... how... do... you feel... about... thiiis?”

Deidoro asked, his speech slurred while hanging from the ceiling and chugging a bottle of vodka. His mask hiding most of his face while the alcohol dripped along his lips.

“I…feel….pretty…” He begins to say as he let out a drawn out belch, finishing his sentence thereafter. “Feel pretty good about this. Maybe we could…share…a…drink?”