"Oh, dude, don't tell me you're a lightweight." Daemon moaned dramatically. "At this rate, Hadrian'll have you on the couch in a few minutes." he continued before grabbing Hadrian's ear and giving it a hard yank. The idiot was grinning way too big. Said idiot yelped and rubbed his ear with a pout. "Don't look at me like that, you're the one hanging over him and makin' him shake in his boots."

"Aw, he's shaking in anticipation!" Hadrian cheered with a clap of his hands. "He knows he's gonna like i- ow!" Hadrian rubbed at the abused spot on his head.

"Down boy, you don't even know his sexuality." Daemon scolded, feeling oddly protective. He picked up a bottle of vodka and took a big gulp, reveling in the burn that traveled down his throat.

"Oh yeah, baby, you deep-throat that bottle." Hadrian said with a roll of his eyes.

"Shaddup, I had a shitty gift waiting for me at home." Daemon replied, leaning against his friend. Hadrian mouthed a small 'o' and patted Daemon's head, tipping the vodka bottle into his friend's mouth.

"Then you need this." Hadrian replied. He turned to Koyaani with a warning frown, whispering so Daemon wouldn't hear. "Forewarning, he's a pretty depressing and personal drunk..."