<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>Nerissa<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>Drunk af<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As pictured, partially loose, minus tie<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"You know me, party animal~!" Albion responded with an airy giggle. It was very, very different from what he normally acted like, but it was also extremely uncharacteristic. It was like he was having too much fun and laughter, and even the normal Albion would probably feel no small amount of discomfort knowing this was how he acted when he went beyond drunk.<br/><br/>At being addressed, Gil reached up to adjust his glasses... Behind the glass, one could see most unnatural eyes... Compound-eyes, hinting at some sort of insectoid heritage.<strong>"Ah... Hohohoho, I remember you now. It seems my friend has made a mistake."</strong>He whispered, flashing a toothy smile to Albion who couldn't tell what they were saying.<strong>"It would seem I can trust you to be sensible... Nerissa."</strong>He winked, ready to keep her secret. Honestly, given how much the man talked about her when he drank here, there must have been more between them than he liked to admit.<br/><br/>As Nerissa placed the order, two more spindly arms came up to begin writing this down, leaning close to catch Nerissa's last words.<strong>"As you wish, dear. For now... Enjoy your evening, hmhmhmhm..."</strong>The tall demon gave a pleased cackle as he backed away, eager to see what Albion would do to his cherished friend, or how she would set him straight amidst his drunken rambling.<br/><br/>Albion's arms folded as Nerissa spoke, almost seeming to take a moment to register everything she was telling him. "Weeeell, it's not all bad. Some of my emotions are good! Just, most are bad... Bad emotions. I forgot when was the last time I took something to help me with those..." Albion spoke, loose lips already at work ready to sink the ship. It was likely Nerissa did not know Albion usually took something to help with his feelings, but she could easily infer antidepressants were perhaps responsible for controlling some of his more negative moments. The fact he couldn't remember when he last took them probably did not bode well.<br/><br/>Y'know... Y'know... You are<em>so</em>right!" He pointed at Nerissa, pointing out her comment about the pleasures of women he didn't know properly. "It's like... You just got here, but you've known me all this time! I should order you more often!" An arm came around her, hugging Nerissa as he muzzled into her neck, inhaling gently. If that wasn't the clearest sign that this Albion did not act like usual... Well, no doubt there was even more inappropriate behavior waiting for her. "Mmm, you smell good..."<br/><br/>Still, Nerissa seemed resistant, pulling away gently only to take hold of his hand. Such a soft, warm hand... "T-trying to forget... How much work sucks! Hahahah... So much shouting and shooting and screaming and... And injuries! I have<em>so</em>many now... Gil says I probably shouldn't even be alive, but he and Toshishishi... They're like, super pros at keeping me alive! So I can kill EVEN MORE BAD GUYS!" It was almost comedic to hear the man speak. Why hadn't anyone thought to record this and play it back to him when he was sober?