You walked into the club and looked around, "He said he was here.." you think aloud to yourself as you check your phone again. Pulling up his contact in messenger you scroll with your thumb to see the image he sent you moments ago...

Your heart dropped as you saw the image, you were expecting an stupid club photo, but... This was something else entirely.. in the photo he was taking an selfie, holding an beer bottle. Nothing out of the ordinary as first glance but then you see it, he was with someone else. Just drinking with the guy, it would've been ok.. if not how you felt. You push through the crowd until you see Skull, he was totally out of it - the guy was holding him in his lap, with Skull waving around his beer bottle and thoughtlessly rambling. The flashing lights and blasting club music of the club did nothing but overwhelm you more. That douche bag had spiked him, he must've! Skull could always handle alcohol well, but right now, with his glazed eyes and shit faced look, grinning like that and drooping every few moments just to jerk up again made it obvious that this guy had spiked him..

Skull saw you and smiled, he got up and stumbled over, leaning against you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder to keep himself up. The android drunkenly chuckled. "Hey, Roomie! Whatcha doin' here? I thought you was too pussy to party?" He quipped and used his free hand that was gripping the bottle to teasingly poke your side. "But hey! You're here now! Wanna go grab an- HEY!" He protested as you grabbed his wrist and began walking out. "Where we goin'? I only just got here!-" You ignore him and keep walking, dragging him behind you until you guys got out of the club section. He jerked his wrists away and stood up straight, frowning a bit he questioned you. "Ok, Man. The hell was that about?" He asked, crossing his arms, his foot tapping impatiently as the club's music and light still going. But at the moment you barely noticed.