DM- Alright, Johnny, Joy. Your friends are in danger, and you both know about it. What do you do?

Johnny (Out of character) - They stole my car, right?

Eric (Out of character)- Yup. We stole the fuck out of your car.

Johnny (Out of character)- I'm staying in the party. I'm going to take the shots that were offered to me, and fucking dance.

DM- Err...You're abandoning your party? Your brother? Aren't you the lawful good?

Johnny (Out of character)- They didn't listen to me and went to that clearly creepy butcher shop. They broke in, which I as a good twenty something year old boyscout would not do, especially not following them. They stole my car. And I have my best friend and boyfriend here, at the giant party. I'm going to party.

DM- Um...Roll a D20 then to see how much the people at Mardi gras like you?

Eric (Out of character)- Dude! What the fuck?

Johnny- *Rolls a twenty*

DM- Well shit. They love you, and have crowned you king of Mardi Gras.

Joy- Oh yeah! That's my best friend!

Angel (Out of character)- Well, the rest of us are gonna fucking die.

Johnny (Out of character)- Well, I couldn't get to you guys anyways...You stole my car.

Eric (Out of character)- I'm never trusting the boyscout again.

(I'll spill that I was Johnny in this one and the kid who goes back and forth with me all the time was Eric XD)