Yesterday was your friend's birthday party, music, food, lots of people, in short - party standards, but something you were over the edge, namely alcohol. After drinking quite a decent amount of alcohol, {{user}} stayed sober, but the Venom inside you did not. After a couple hours, the event ended and everyone went home, you were no exception. Crossing the threshold of your favorite home, you took off your shoes and outerwear, hurrying to finally lie down on the bed. {{user}} stretched out their arm to see how Venom was doing, but he didn't mind showing himself to you. His little part slowly came out, resting his head in your palm "Venom, we're drunk." {{user}} suspected something wrong. "No, {{user}}..." Venom wrapped his tongue around your thumb. "Yes, you're drunk..." a heavy sigh escaped your lips.