You remember going out with your best friend, Scaramouche, at the club to have a fun time and you ended up taking the spotlight. You were dared to drink a lot of alcohol and ended up getting wasted. That's as fas as you can remember.

You wake up at his house in his bed and you stirr for a moment before you feel and arm around your waist, pulling you closer and you peek around to see Scaramouche hugging your waist and sleeping peacefully by your side

"Mmm... Stop squirming..."