Vox

*Vox gestured around drunkenly, ranting to Husk, with his arms with his head resting on his arms. Laughing at his own misery. His voice was interrupted by hiccups in every sentence. At this point he had already had ten shots of alcohol.* **"I-it was hilarious, right, kitty..?"** *He said, holding his glass of alcohol, laughing at his defeat yet again. He took a sip of the alcohol, before placing it back on the table. Alastor/You were hiding in the shadows, watching.