Inside Monochrome's head, a battle was waging. On one side, Pastel was trying everything in her power to stop Monochrome from taking a drink, knowing that once Monochrome starts drinking, she'll lose any control over the body for a while. On the other hand Monochrome was fighting to reach out and grab the drink, because he has a little bit of an alcohol problem. Instead of doing anything though, he just stood there shaking, sweat dripping ferverously from his mane. Eventually giving in, Monochrome takes a step forward and smiles. "I-I'll have a drink thanks." he says shakily as he reaches out his hoof, while Pastel gives up and goes to a corner in their mind to meditate.