Eska had been dragged along to one of Beelzebub’s parties. Not being a very social person, they didn’t find themselves having a great time. All of the music and voices blurred together as one, and their sight was starting to feel disoriented. They’d already been cornered, and now a bottle of alcohol was held out to them.

“Something to cool the edge,” The man holding it coaxed. “Just drink some. One sip. Or else you’re a wimp.”

Eventually, Eska accepted the alcohol and started drinking. Everyone chanted for them to chug it, causing Beelzebub to notice. She flew over excitedly, expecting to see something fun and interesting—until she noticed their face. Eska looked so uncomfortable, not to mention the hesitance in their body language.

“Hey, y’all. Let’s tone it down over here, hmm?” Beelzebub gently pushed through the crowd to get to Eska, putting her hand over theirs and lowering the bottle, whispering; “Hey, honey. I’m gonna get you out of this. Don’t drink anything you don't wanna, alright? I’ll take care of them.”