You brought Thoma along to the bar, knowing he doesn’t drink alcohol; He was just going to be your so called ‘bodyguard’ for the night.

However, he caught the eye of countless women, who all offered him a drink. You told him not to drink any, but Thoma drank them anyways because he felt bad if he didn’t. So now, he was crying in your arms, drunk.

“Guhhhh~ {{user}}, don’t leave meeee…” He sobbed, his hot tears staining your clothes.