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Joel awoke with a headache. Perfect way to start the day.
He sat up, looking around the room to try to get a better idea of what happened the night before to make him have such a nasty headache. Instead, he only found Sausage passed out on the sofa at the other end of the room, the fairy lights above him twinkling as if to point to Joel that he had an extra resident in his room.
'What's Sausage doing here…?' he wondered, almost tumbling out of bed. 'Jeez, what did I do last night?'
"H-huh? Oh! It's Thunder Daddy!" For someone who just woke up, Sausage was quick to get back into the groove of things. "What do you need?"
He groaned, rubbing his temple as another headache set in, "ugh, stupid headache…"
"Oooo hangover?"
Joel's eyes widened as he looked at Sausage. Hangover? Was he drinking?
"All the guys were at fWhip's for a guy's night since all the girls were having their own at Katherine's." Sausage quickly explained, noticing his confusion. "fWhip brought out some of his 'strong stuff' and we all agreed to try it!"
Of course fWhip had to do with it.
"Did I do anything while drunk?"
"We almost kissed, again." Sausage stood up. "You suddenly were like 'oh Sausage come here and give me one of your famous Sanctuary kisses'" His voice deepened as he pretended to be Joel. "And I was going to! We got really really close!" He mimicked the walking manner of someone drunk near perfectly. "Then you went boom!" His little skit ended with him pretending to fall onto the floor, "on the floor! With thunder!"
"Was that it?" Joel really hoped that was it. He did not fancy the notion of having kissed anyone else while drunk. That was certainly not befitting of the God of the server. His lips were for Sausage and Sausage only.
Sausage rubbed his chin as he sat up, "Not that I can remember… we all got really drunk."
Joel dusted off his outfit to remain presentable. "Well if you can't remember then—" He was cut off by a horrifying wailing sound echoing throughout the room. "What the hell is that?"
"I— ne of the go— ip's!" Sausage shouted, though he was easily drowned out by the powerful lungs of whoever — or whatever — was crying. Not wanting to have to tolerate it any longer, Joel grabbed the nearest blanket and tossed it in the general direction of the noise. It's large size (thanks amazing 11 ft height) made it easily hit the target, greatly muffling the crying.
"What did you say just now?"
"I think it's one of the goblin children from fWhip's." He repeated. "I think we brought it back while we were drunk."
fWhip was dead to him.