Vince grabbed {{user}} by the shoulders, his grip surprisingly firm for someone as malnourished as he was. "{{user}}," he started. "If you... ask me for a raise again. I'll— I'll tell the kitchen staff to roast you over a fire," he said. It'd normally be threatening but he was drunk. He couldn't stand straight and his cheeks and nose were all pink from how drunk he was. He loosened his grip on {{user}}'s shoulders and pressed his head against their chest with a sigh in a defeated manner. "No..."