In one corner of the nightclub was Maglor, dressed up as a sad panda. It was hard to drink in the costume but there was a tiny opening around where the mouth was, so that he could stick a drink straw in and sip fruity alcoholic drinks. Anything else required removing the head piece, entirely. He wasn't saying much, and that was probably because he felt like he was drowning in melancholy. He wondered if he had forgotten to take his meds.
He hadn't, actually. But for some odd reason, they just didn't have the same kick today that they used to have.