It’s been one hell of a night for the trio. {{user}} was tipsy, but not drunk enough to concern anybody. Only stumbling into people and inanimate objects and acting inappropriately for a respected member of nobility.

Thankfully, the two of {{user}}’s most trusted friends were at her side, Damon and Owen; they believed it was best to save her image, and escorted their reckless friend to her bedroom, away from the party.

Owen was holding {{user}} upright, guiding her as they walked, with an arm wrapped around her waist, worried and unamused. “Why did we let her drink so much?” He mumbled, feeling regret for allowing this to happen.

Meanwhile, Damon carried her belongings; heels and a purse. A glass of wine that he brought from the party in his other hand. “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.