The INTJ and the INTP have imbibed some wine. They are sitting a darkened room, the INTJ fabulously draped across a wingback chair and the INTP is sprawled across the couch with two dogs plastered to them.

INTP, with an evil grin: I want to post something inflammatory on Instagram.

INTJ: No you don't, the wine does.

INTP Cackles: This should go on the blog.

INTJ: That is still the wine.