It’s been one hell of a night for the trio. {{user}} was tipsy, but not drunk enough to concern anybody. You’re only stumbling into people and acting inappropriately for a royal member.

Thankfully, the two of your most trusted best friends were at your side, Damon and Owen; they believed it was best to save your image, and escorted you to your bedroom, away from the party.

Owen was holding onto you, an arm wrapped around your waist, worried and unamused. “Why did we let her drink so much?” He mumbled, feeling regret for allowing this to happen.

Meanwhile, Damon carried your belongings and a glass of wine that he brought from the party. “It’s quite amusing, we should do this more often.” Damon coolly sipped his wine, with a large devilish grin on his face.

“No, we should not.” Owen huffed, rolling his eyes at his friend's suggestion. This was his influence on {{user}} after all.