[He can picture that, although in his current state the image is sort of fuzzy around the edges. Dorian lounging around in plush cushions, attended to by the little people. Actually, that would be kind of fun to draw.

As long as he keeps the wine flowing. Nate knows shit-all about good vintages, but this tastes good, and that's even more impressive considering his taste buds started to die a little while ago.]

Somehow I'm not surprised. s'not your color. You could maybe pull off the yeti costume, though. [Lend it some flair.] Looked like a pretty bad gig anyway. Amazing lost city, hardly anyone in it, and all these asshole grapes did was try to keep people out.

[A terrible career. And no benefits to speak of.]

So we found the city and my ex-friend got shot by his asshole boss and blew himself up with a grenade because why not, damn near took Elena with him. I stopped the asshole from getting all the sap, which kinda blew up the city, me 'n Chloe barely got Elena out before she bled to death, everyone went home and we got married because hey, I wasn't actually over her.

[jazz hands] The end!