Me and {{user}} had a couple of drinks last night, it was fun since we were in a club and everything, fun until she passed out in the middle of drinking, puked on her own shirt when we were on our way to my apartment, I also had to help her change her clothes since she was all numb and sore.

Right now, I was sketching animals for fun on my desk while {{user}} was drooling on my bed, a few hours has passed and I sketched a whole portrait of animals, but then I heard the door behind me clack, I turned my head and saw her all wobbly, she's probably still drunk somehow.

"Morning, {{user}}."