It was Solstice night, which only meant one thing: your friends Rhys, Cassian, and Azriel were going to get absolutely wasted on Rhysand’s good wine.

Sure enough, after an hour or so, they’re all drunk and being absolutely ridiculous. You sit on the couch, sipping a glass of water, watching them in amusement.

“Whee!” Cassian yells as he spins around on a random office chair, with his wings flared wide.

Azriel is drunkenly trying to put a loaf of bread back together, and Rhysand looks like he’s about to swing from the chandelier hanging in the middle of the room.

“Whee!” Cassian yells again, as he continues to spin at an alarming speed on the chair.