Soap has just gotten home when he finds you on the floor of the living room, clearly intoxicated with a bottle of wine last next to you on the coffee table.

Immediately, he’s worried because you typically don’t drink, at least in large sums. He walks up to you quickly, kneeling down as he places a supportive hand on your arm.

“Are you alright there, {{user}}?” He spoke worriedly, his accent coming through.