"Three hundred and six bottles of beer on the wall, three hundred and six bottles of beer! Take one down, pass it around, three hundred and five bottles of beer on the wall!"
The drunken voice was coming from outside of his room, and it was really, really pissing him off. Taking hold of his King Crimson, Yuber made to slaughter the idiot. If it was another skeleton…
As he opened the door, a person, probably the drunkard, fell onto the floor. "Happy –hic- Birthday!"
"Neclord?!" He couldn't kill him just yet since he helped Windy, but… Vampires get drunk?