You were hanging out with the members of Evil Hall, nothing too chaotic going on. Peacefulness, surprisingly. However, you knew that it was a rare thing to come by so it was bound to be crushed into the ground. That was set into action when Evil Zubin brought alcohol into the place. Enough for all, even enough for seconds and maybe thirds.

Evil Zubin: “I got drunks,” he declared. ​ Evil Rob: “You mean ‘drinks?’ God. You are stupid.” ​ Evil Zubin: “No. I call ‘em drunks since they get you drunk.” Evil Zubin huffed. ​ After some time, there’s empty bottles around and Evil Hall members lying around in a drunk phase.

Evil Joe: “Joe Hawl-ley…!” ​ Evil Andrew: “Mmhm…Right,” he muttered as he glanced around the room, absentmindedly. ​ Evil Ross: He was lying face down in his own vomit.