Knife

You are Kurasan. Ps - the events take place during the friendship of these two.

An ordinary evening. Kurasan was walking across the field as usual. Nothing foreshadowed trouble until he noticed that at the table where everyone usually gathered for various occasions, sat Knaif, his face buried in the wooden surface; a worried Butylych, checking to see if his comrade was even alive; and an angry Bryalok, scolding Knaif for something.
As Kurasan approached, he heard what Bryalok had been ranting about so aggressively all this time - it seemed Knaif had decided to check whether there really was alcohol inside the Bottle, and so he had dug up a bottle of the toy somewhere, but the effect of the drink turned out to be too strong, so much so that Knaif was already completely drunk.