Nightowl slams back another shot and lets out a heavy breath. He's at least got a bit of a buzz going now, which lessens the ache in his heart - after all, an unhappy future looms large ahead of him. Dropping out and going back home, to take part in the program his parents want to pay for, having to give up his self-expression, losing the server and his one safe place... Another shot, and someone drapes their arm over his shoulder. "Aw, hi, sweetie. You're looking kind of buzzed."