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Sloshed would be a good word to describe Ashmedai, although he didn't remember the last time he WASN'T sloshed. The days since his brother's passing had all tasted like liquor and the bitter realization of his family's mortality. With the party and the amount of drinks and whatever else he had taken in his system, he was allowing himself to be rather chipper. It was fake, a facade, but it worked in his favor and hey, fake it till you make it.

As he polished off a bottle, Ashmedai looked around for that one chick he had seen earlier. Or had he seen her? Wait, did he see anything? It kind of all blended together. Ah well, he was sure he'd find someone eventually.