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C Rank

Naraka: Ooogh...

Crowley: Are you throwing up again? Geez, you've got issues.

Naraka: I-it was only one bottle of whiskey! I should be fine! More than fine!

Crowley: An entire bottle of whiskey?! No wonder you've been puking your guts up in a bin for two hours.

Naraka: Urrgh... help me, will you?

Crowley: Help you what? Clean up your sick? No thanks.

Naraka: Help me get home, you idiot! Ugh, I think I'm going to – BLERGH!

Crowley: You really are disgusting, you know, Naraky? But alright, let's get you home. You won't be any fun tomorrow if you can't get that hangover cleared up quickly.

Naraka: Thanks, buddy... you're aweshum...

Crowley: If you throw up on me, I'll slit your throat.

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B Rank

Crowley: Hey, Naraky-boy! How's it going on this fine evening?

Naraka: Shut up... *groans* My head feels like it got run over by a tractor... and why do I stink of vomit?!

Crowley: Why do you think, Naraky? Even you're not that stupid.

Naraka: But I didn't drink that much last night...

Crowley: Uh, you drank like a litre of whiskey on your own, and probably some other drinks that you didn't tell me about. You know that normal people don't even drink half that in one night?

Naraka: Shut up. It wasn't that much.

Crowley: Suit yourself. So, are you coming to our get-together tonight or what? I've invited Colin, and Skipper, and a ton of other cool people! It'll be fun!

Naraka: Ugh. No.

Crowley: But Narakaaaa! You can't miss a party! It won't be the same without you!

Naraka: Stop yelling in my damn ear! I'm not going, OK? I feel like death, and don't give me that crap about how you need me there. You'll be just fine without me. I'm just a stupid, useless, alcohol-addicted piece of... Oh, nevermind, just go!

Crowley: ...Wow, Naraky. Are you having an emo moment? Have you been listening to too much Linkin Park? I told you that stuff was bad for you.

Naraka: Just leave me alone and go to your stupid party. *leaves*

Crowley: Huh. Well, that was weird.

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A Rank

Crowley: Heeeyyy, Narakyyy! Where's my favourite fluffy booooy?

Naraka: Skipper went home.

Crowley: Really funny, Naraka. Look, I came to talk to you, and you're gonna listen.

Naraka: Hard not to listen with you talking that loud...

Crowley: So, remember the awesome party last night? The one that you didn't go to because you were too busy being sad and hungover?

Naraka: ...

Crowley: Well, it made me realise something. Your drinking problem is waaay out of control. Heck, even I don't get through entire bottles of whiskey in one go!

Naraka: That's 'cuz you pass out after one beer, stupid! I can actually hold my alcohol, unlike you!

Crowley: It doesn't count as holding your alcohol if you spend the rest of the night throwing up in a bin!

Naraka: *glares*

Crowley: *glares*

Naraka: Urgh, fine, I'll... I'll try to drink less.

Crowley: Yeah, we'll see how far that's gonna go...

Naraka: I'm serious! I know my drinking is a problem, but... it's too hard to stop! If I try to not drink, I feel like I'm dying!

Crowley: Maybe if I lock you in a room with no alcohol for a week, it'll cure you?

Naraka: No, I'll just shrivel up or something! My body's dependent on alcohol now. If I try to stop, I'll probably die from withdrawal.

Crowley: Wow, you really are pathetic...

Naraka: You don't need to tell me.

Crowley: But listen, Naraky-boy – I don't really want you to like, get alcohol poisoning and die or something. Parties would be way more boring without you. So I'm gonna find a way to help, OK? Maybe when we go out to the bar together, I'll make sure you don't drink too much. I'll knock you unconscious if I have to!

Naraka: Yeah, 'cuz a skinny little guy like you would definitely be able to knock me unconscious...