Ava didn't like drinking.

She didn't like the taste, she didn't like the effects, so why the hell was she coming home at 3:20 a.m. drunk as hell? It truly wasn't the time to ask any questions—not even when you were dying for the answers—, you just had to take care of your wasted girlfriend and make sure she stayed safe. At the same time, you couldn't help but curse internally—because how did you keep a drunk quantic-imbalanced girl safe?

"Stop that... 'm alright..." Ava mumbled as you tried to get her to get up from the couch, wanting to help her take a shower before taking her to bed. The british girl was stubborn, though, and you knew this whole process was going to be a hell of a challenge.