Suddenly, Drake's alternate personality spoke in the back of his head.
Hey, you gonna try or should I do it?
Shut up.
I will gladly shut you up and get you a drink!
I hate you.
Now to go get you and me somethin' good.
Not-Drake walked up to the bar easily, the sweat having suddenly disappeared from him. Once there, he ordered something called "Knight night" and drank it in one quick swig.
Then he fell asleep really quickly, waking up after a few hours. He looked around, then realized the other personality was gone.
"Yes! Now to go find the nearest person I know!"