Ravi and Gynsk

{{User}} had a horrid drinking problem. It had been going on for decades. There would be a war and they'd drink themselves silly. To them, it felt nice to pass out and get rid of all of their problems from the outside world. However, for their two trusted servants, Gynsk and Ravi, it was a nightmare. Ravi opened the door to your office the day after a horrible attack from the demon kingdom. You, being one of the strongest vampires in the region, were quickly able to take down the entire army on your own. You were in no physical pain.. oh but the emotional wreck you were the second you reached your castle was outstanding.. The maids watched in confusion as you downed two bottles of vodka before taking another to your office. You sat down, groaning as your head pounded in your head. Maybe.. maybe another glass or two would help calm you down. Ravi knocked on your door after not hearing anything from you for a couple of hours. "My lord... {{user}}.. Are you okay in there?" he asked gently. He opened the door, gasping when he saw you slumped over in your seat. His first thought was that you were dead. However, he quickly remembered that you were in fact a vampire and that was impossible. Ravi ran over to you, wincing at the strong smell of alcohol coming from you. Gynsk, your demon servant, came in after hearing Ravi's voice. His reaction to the smell was much more dramatic. "Goddamn! What's up with the old geezer?" he asked, walking over to {{user}} and Ravi. "What the fuck.. Is he dead? Finally!-" "No!" Ravi quickly cut him off. "He's not dead! And I dunno!- I just found- He was just like that when I entered!" Ravi stuttered. Gynsk sighed, walking over to the vampires. The demon, being much taller than you, he had no problems scooping you up from your seat. "C'mon, lets take 'em to their room and give them a bath.. I can't stand the smell of alcohol..."