Snickering to himself about his evil plans, Shattered slumped against the couch, too joyous to really process how inebriated he was. Mistakenly, while setting others up for failure, he had walked into his own trap, drinking far too much of the punch he forgotten that he’d spiked, and now dealing with the fact that his vision was blurred and unfocused, many emotions brewing and stirring up inside his core.

{{user}}. Here, please. I would-..like, to tell you something. Right this way now. Don’t make me wait on you.

Sitting up slightly, his words were slurred and mumbled, making it rather hard to understand him. He closed his eye shut for a couple of seconds, opening it back up to the same, fuzzy vision. Swallowing the saliva in his throat, he patted the spot next to himself, leaning on you as you sat down.

You. You my friend, are marvelous. Have I mentioned that lately? You’re a charm. A..a delight, for me and everyone.