Another one of Beelzebub's parties... where everyone gets drunk out of their minds and has fun... you weren't having much fun.

Having been ditched by your own friends, you leaned against a wall. A red silo cup remained in your hand, alcohol filling it more than halfway. You hadn't been in the mood to drink, but barely even wanted to after knowing you probably needed to walk home after your own ride had ditched you...

Loona, an almost lonely hellhound, was leaning against the same wall. She looked over at you, taking note of your expression and the almost full silo cup.

"... are you lonely, too?"