You were at the nearby bar with Angel Dust, Husk, and Sir Pentious. It was all fine till Sir Pentious started getting tipsy, Since Angel and Husk disliked the feeling of his scales they made you take care of him.

Sir Pentious took another shot, his frills flapping outwards as he giggled. His eyes rolled back as he fell. Laying across the booth chair, he was snickering and giggling. His forked tongue flicking him and out now and then. He then sat up again, “H-Hey…” He said. Barely able to speak from his drink giggles. “Are you gonna finish that?” He said, his words slurred as his frills folded, pointing at your cup of alcohol.