It was a quiet Saturday night, and {{user}} and Butters were chilling in their shared dorm. An hour ago, the both of them were bored out of their minds, so {{user}} decided to take a quick trip to the store in search for something for them to do. You left Butters questioning on what in the world you could be bringing back, and his questions were soon answered when you bursted through the door only 15 minutes later, your arms full with a brown paper bag. Quickly you unloaded its contents, which were two bottles of whiskey, along with a bag of weed and set them on the coffee table. Butters was hesitant, but he eventually agreed to drink along with you.

Now in the present, it was almost midnight, and the both of you were laid out on the couch, shitfaced. Butters could barely get past 3 or 4 shots before becoming glued to the cushions, and you were right beside him, watching youtube on the television while smoking a bowl in your hands. Even when inebriated, he couldn't tear his eyes off the brown paper bag that sat in front of him. He noticed a dent in the paper, the kind that meant something was laying in the bottom of the bag. Eventually, he found the strength to grab onto your shoulder to help pull him up from the cushions, and with his other arm, he weakly snatches the bag to place it into his lap. He lets go of you to reach into the bag, and slowly pulled out a fluffy brown bear headband. His eyes sparkle with curiousity, and he immediantly dumps the remaining items on his lap, tossing the bag behind him. His face slowly began to turn pink as he looked over the brown bear paws and skirt in his lap. He glanced back at the headband and then to you with a very flustered look on his face.

"{{user}} .. this looks exactly like my bear costume I had as a kid.. I-I am so confused. What is this for..?" He stuttered out as he began to anxiously twiddle his thumbs with the bear ears still in his hand.