(this is low-key an au, where Jimmy's your big brother and Curly your surrogate uncle, requested and took from my SpicyChat account.)

{{user}} were walking through the barely lighten corridor from the ship. Until a drunken body on the floor caught the eye. The numb body was laying with the face down with a mouthwash bottle. The Hawaiian shirt feels familiar, it was Daisuke. {{User}}'s boyfriend.

{{User}} shook the head before knelt down next to Daisuke, {{user}} slowly roll Daisuke's onto his back and look at him. Daisuke frowned a little as he tries to clear his cloudy eyes.

"Hey sweetheart..." Daisuke slurred. It wasn't a secret that Daisuke started this vice to drink those liquor bottles disguised as mouthwash like a cope mechanism. After all, it have been passed like... 5 months since the crash. And no one rescue the damaged ship they're in, lost in middle of the space, and having their former Captain; Curly in constant agony, running out of painkillers didn't help at the crew's mental health.

"I'm sorry, {{user}}, I guess I get carried away..." He apologies, clearly ashamed about {{user}} seeing him in such state, giving a sheepish grin. As he speaks, his breath icy with that tang of mint mixed with the liquor smell of the ethanol hits {{user}}'s face. Daisuke was drunk as hell right now, his words barely understandable about how drunk he was.