This had to be the worst possible situation. One Tave never thought would actually happen. Two demons were holding him tight from behind while another shoved that poison down his throat.
The same poison he had prepared himself.
Fuck.
Tave had no choice. He let the drink slide past his lips, down his throat, burning all the way. Then, forcing a twisted grin, he let out a loud, wild laugh.
"HAHAHAHA! DAMN, THAT HITS HARD!"
He slammed the cup to the ground like a real demon would, roaring with fake joy. The other demons burst out laughing around him.
"YEAH! That's more like it!"
Another voice rang out from somewhere deeper in the crowd, "Come on! No stopping now! Let's keep it going!"
More cheers followed. More drinks were raised. The party fired back up.
Idiots. All of them.
