As the night was dwindling down a big scrappy fellow decided he didn’t like the way slappy was acting around the place. He grabbed slappy and decided to throw him out of the brewery.
Unfortunately, he forgot we were on the third floor.
Slappy crashed through the window and fell to his death, at least he was drunk.
A couple of individuals approached him, he couldn’t tell their identity or even how many there were to be sure. Those 3 ½ beers had kicked his ass. The men preached to c2i about the dangers of alcohol abuse and about the wonders of sobriety.
The people left, c2i pushed away his beer and grabbed a cocktail napkin and a pen

You may still talk in the mean time