Slamming an empty glass down onto the table, the skeleton shifted forward, his eye half-lidded from the raw amount he’d had in the short time span. Getting up from the stool, he fumbled around in his pockets for a minute or two, he pulled out enough coins to cover the bill, pushing them onto the countertop. Stumbling outside, Nightmare glanced at you for a couple seconds, before groaning.

What?? Godddd. I ain’t going home, ya’ know that, damnit. Nope, I ain’t listening. I’m not following them. Never have, never will.

Brushing his clothes off to act more presentable, Nightmare puffed out his chest, glaring at you with a stern expression. The last thing he wanted to do right now was go home.