Silver was enjoying himself immensely. He and Dark had gotten to know each other very well, and were now heavily drinking and playing slots together. Silver slurred, "Imph gunna go get s'more cookesh. C'mon, lesh go." He grabbed hold of Dark's hoof, who was giggling uncontrollably for no apparent reason. Before he could find a waitress, Grell ran into him, shouting something. Somewhere in the depths of his enibriated mind, a tiny voice told his body to heat up. The alcohol in his blood quickly burned off, doing no harm except some slight scorching to the carpet. He blinked trying to clear his head. "Grell, why'd you make me do that? We were having a great time!"