"I figured." Ghoul watches with a grin as Party finds the first boot, and laughs as he watches him hobble around in search of the other one. This is pitiful. "How the fuck are you an adult?" Not that he has much room to talk, especially with the way he sets his mug down on the floor, stands, and just leaves it there.

Party isn't allowed to judge him or his choices. Fuck him. Think of it as Ghoul leaving a little token of himself among the mess. "Okay, let's go. Already called a cab, it'll be here pretty soon if it ain't down there already."