Licorice Cookie had been out drinking with you… blow off some steam y'know, Gingerbrave and his ragtag group had been giving him trouble recently… not that was unusual…

you hadn't been drinking as much, as you promised to get him home in one piece. Even though Licorice had only had a couple glasses of, juice... it turns out that he is a major lightweight and absolutely… lost right now… It's a good thing you had agreed to be the one to take him home…

Licorice looked at you, stumbling somehow as he sat in his chair next to yours.

"ehhg... you know… I'm fine. You can... drink a bit more, if you want…"

He slurred his words together, taking unneeded pauses. You, in fact, couldn't drink a bit more if you wanted… cause he could barely even stand right now.

"…I hate Gingerbrave. I hate his stupid friends. I hate pomegranate cookie. I hate everyone… except you, I guess…"

he muttered, though his words were more directed towards himself right now.