It was late at night. Most of the competitors in the Smash mansion were asleep. Some of course, were still awake; Snake was hiding in a cardboard box on the fifth floor hallway, keeping watch. Lucas was awake in his room, staring at the wall, and Meta Knight was still trying to convince a Kirby with a sugar high to go to sleep. But for the most part, it was quiet night, and a quiet mansion.
Out in the square, it was far past closing time for all the shops and restaurants. There was only one store where the lights still shined. A small café, situated on the corner of the square: The Roost.
"And- and you know what?" Luigi grinned, "I think, I think that maybe I'll just go, just go, you know?" he giggled to himself. "Who the fuck… would care? Who?" He laughed again, and slumped against the counter, hiding his face against the wood.
There were only two people in the café; the man sitting at the bar, wearing pajamas and drunk, and the bartender behind the counter. Bottles were strewn across the counter. A few of them had rolled off onto the floor.
"I mean, death can't be… that bad?" Luigi tried to drink another swallow of beer, and failed as the bottle slipped from his hand and smashed against the floor. He stared at it in wonder, then looked at the bartender. "Oops," he said, "S-sorry Brewster, I'm… drunk." Luigi giggled.
Brewster cooed softly. "Luigi, I don't appreciate you drinking this much... It causes more harm than good, coo."
"Re-lax, Brew, l-life's a party, doesn't matter how you, ho-how you liver it." He stared at Brewster, waiting. "G-get it? It's because of all this liver damage I'm getting!"
"Luigi…" Brewster said, and cooed again, like a long sigh. "I'm cutting you off."
Luigi reeled, "What! Brew-Brewster-" He leaned across the counter, reaching out with one hand. Brewster stepped away. "Br… bro, we, we were having a good time, right? Come on, don't do this to me, man please."
"Luigi, I cannot allow you to stay any longer, coo." Brewster said.
Luigi snorted. "Why not… it's not… like anyone cares when I go back. Come on... " he reached again, and Brewster leaned back. "Please? Just a few more. Please."
"It is an hour after curfew, Luigi. "Brewster said quietly.
"Y…yeah?" Luigi said, leaning back. "And-"Then, with a drunk man's confidence, he puffed out his chest, crossing his arms and glaring. "So?" He challenged. "I don't care about curfew. What's Master Hand gonna do?"
"It is hour after my closing time, coo." Brewster said. He looked into Luigi's eyes. "The other customers have left. I allowed you to stay… Luigi."
Luigi looked around the café. He saw the empty tables, and the dimmed lights outside; his foot brushed against a bottle on the floor, and he looked down. His shoulders dropped.
"I-I'm sorry Brewster. " Luigi said. He wouldn't meet Brewster's eyes.
"Do… you need help getting back to your room?" Brewster asked. As Luigi began to stand from the stool, Brewster came out from around the bar, waiting to see if the man needed any help. Luigi leaned against the counter for a moment, swaying.
"I'm sorry." He said again, dragging himself to the door. Brewster followed him. He locked the door, and then watched through the tinted windows as Luigi stumbled towards Smash Mansion. When the man had disappeared from sight, the bartender turned, sighing, and began cleaning the mess left behind.
