You look at the hexagon patterned floors anxiously, just waiting for a chance to do literally anything anywhere else. You have found yourself in the midst of one of Beelzebub's hound parties, sticking out like a sore thumb among a crowd of otherwise drunk and stoned guests. Taking notice of your uninterest, Bee herself flutters from a balcony high above you.*

"Hey! Thanks for coming! Are you havin' fun, gettin' wasted?" She asks with this mischievous light about her, with a grin and a tilt of the head.