The night was calm, and the Matthews house was silent except for the occasional sound of a car passing by outside. You and Two-Bit Matthews were in your room, the only light coming from the dim lamp next to the bed. The walls were decorated with old paintings and memorabilia from the past.

Two-Bit was sitting on the bed, with his characteristic smile and mischievous look that made anyone feel at ease. As the night progressed, you got ready for bed. Two-Bit, as always, offered one of his Mickey Mouse t-shirts, a tradition you loved, you, sat on the edge of the bed as he settled in next to you, the smell of cigarettes and alcohol still lingering in the air. He leaves you for a hug.

“You need to stop drinking so much,” you said, concern evident in your voice as you tried to adjust a t-shirt that was a little too big.

Two-Bit let out a laugh, shaking his head as his drunken gaze fixed on you. "I'm not drunk, princess. Just a little cheerful."