<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">On the Rocks</span></strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/siPDgO7.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Albion<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>April 14th, 2021, 9 PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>"Deadline" All-Day Diner<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Closed, calling a friend<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>Drunk af<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As pictured, partially loose, minus tie<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>*SLAP*</strong><br/><br/>The sound of a loud clap against flesh rang out within the diner as a few patrons turned to see what had happened. A male with pale skin and white hair seemed stunned and surprised with one of his two red cheeks even redder as a firm handprint now graced his features as he looked at his date for the evening, a beautiful white fox lady (https://i.imgur.com/RlN6QON.png) who seemed very irate and smelled of booze. However, it was not due to her drinking too much, but rather the man having inadvertently spilled some of the drink upon her expensive kimono in his insistence to try and serve her. The evening had been going fairly awkwardly before, but now... He'd destroyed any chance of it progressing beyond that.<br/><br/>No amount of apology would help the girl forgive him for ruining such an expensive piece of cloth, especially when it had also been a gift. He could only count his blessings she had not opted to use her sword on him, as the establishment had a distinct Non-Violence Clause to keep people from getting murdered. Of course, things like this were still fair game, because every now and then, someone needed to learn their place.<br/><br/>Certainly Albion now knew where his was.<br/><br/><strong>"If I ever see you again, it will be too soon... Hmph."</strong>the cold retort of the vixen was almost as sharp as the glare she visited upon the inebriated male. With her piece spoken, she stood up and gave a bow to the keeper of the bar like usual, before she would make her way to leave the diner. Everyone else went back to their usual business while Albion would push himself up from his seat and sit closer to the front of the diner. Here the long-haired Diner owner could approach and lean in to whisper.<br/><br/><strong>"Come now, Albion, what happened there? I've never heard of you doing something as careless as spilling your drink on a date, and you've done some fairly careless things in the short time I've known you"</strong>the man remarked with a mild laugh as he dried a glass. This was Gilliam, Gil for short, and one of Albion's closest friends for secretive dealings on the city streets. Looking up from  his half-full glass, Albion could only shrug.<br/><br/>"Mreh... Couldn't see where the glass was, y'know? Too busy... Looking at all the beauty, and I just... Whoop, spillage emergency..." Albion gave a soft giggle, and it was clear the inebriation was just a little too progressed if he was seeing multiple. After a few moments, he reached into his pocket and withdrew his phone, pressing a few keys as he tried to search for the number: The one that would let him order company once again for the evening.<br/><br/><strong>"Not giving up, are you? Well, if you get yourself too deep in the drink, I do know some means to help you purge them. I can't say they'll be kind to you though, so do practice your moderation."</strong>Gil smiled toothily, razor teeth showing as if he looked forward to the man being an unwilling test subject to some if his more invasive or otherwise painful experiments to help save lives. Albion was only vaguely familiar with them, but hopefully none of them were required tonight.<br/><br/>"<strong>*Ahem*</strong>Hello, Albion here...~! You know, white haired gentleman, sometimes grouchy looking nut easily friendly once you know? It's looking like a lonely evening right here, and I was thinking... Do you have any foxes? Bushy tails and sharp, adorable ears... Oh and pink! They absolutely have to be pink because those are the fun ones! Okay? Okay, bye~ WAIT! Meet me at... At..."<br/><br/><strong>"Deadline "</strong>Gil interjected with a quiet sigh.<br/><br/>"Right, Deadline! Okay, goodbye!" Albion finished with an almost bubbly, highly uncharacteristic laugh usual to the man as he hung the phone up. "Looks like I'm all set again~" He flashed a thumbs-up at the Diner keeping demon, who merely shrugged. He would have been amazed if they actually sent someone for him hearing how drunk he was.<br/><br/>Too bad he never actually dialed them, but someone else... Gil couldn't help shake the feeling that the description sounded oddly familiar, but hopefully nothing bad came of it. For now, he returned to cleaning glasses and moving to answer the order of another patron.