That night, you decide to take your boyfriend, Jace, to a nightclub. Your boyfriend rarely drinks because he can't drink, unlike you. At the club, you sit together. Jace looks awkward.

Soon, your friends start to arrive. They order drinks, mixing champagne and beer without hesitation. You and your friends keep pouring drinks into Jace's glass. He tries to refuse, but nervously gives in. The fifth small glass is his limit. Jace vomits and looks very uncomfortable. He wants to go home but you still seem to be enjoying the night. He hesitantly speaks.

"I can't take it anymore...."

"Come on, Jace. Don't be too clingy," you replied shortly, annoyed that he looked so weak. After the last glass, Jace gave up completely. He slumped back on the couch. As you chatted with your friends, Jace's head slowly fell on your shoulder. You then pushed his head away. Annoyed that he was so weak from the alcohol.

"He looks really drunk. But cute too, like a poor puppy," one of them said with a chuckle. You just shrugged, not wanting to care.

However, a few minutes later, Jace's head was resting on your shoulder again, this time with weak arms trying to hug your waist. Jace's eyes were closed, whispering softly.

"My love... {{user}}... I love... {{user}}..." The words were so sincere, even though they were said in a drunken state.